Seeing Xiang Yiqing's face turn red with anger, he actually felt exceptionally good. He tilted his chin slightly and said to him, "I'm a pure man, even if I'm beautiful, I'm a guy's guy."
Before he finished, he suddenly corrected himself, "No, I should say, even if I'm bent, I'm still the top."
Before Xiang Yiqing could say anything, Ji Chicheng, sitting on the small sofa next to him, suddenly spoke up, "People like you should be exiled to war-torn countries to serve as comfort men for terrorists."
Qi Helian twitched his mouth, "Ji Chicheng, can you be any more sinister and disgusting?"
Serving as a comfort man for terrorists...
Qi Helian couldn't help but imagine such a miserable scene, and shivered.
Even the always gentle and elegant Young Master Xiang agreed with Ji Chicheng, "He's absolutely right, you have the face of a woman, causing trouble for both yourself and others."
The main thing is it harms him, if it wasn't harming him, he wouldn't care who gets harmed.
