"No need for your teaching, but I have to tell you, you missed a word," Tong Ran looked up at him, "It should be that a scumbag can't always love one woman, nor can he always sleep with one."
Mo Beiyan's face darkened upon hearing this, "Are you calling me a scumbag?"
"I didn't say that about you, why are you in such a hurry to admit it?"
"..."
Damn!
Where did she learn this skill?!
Mo Beiyan leaned against the wall, playing with the milk bottle in his hand, "Then tell me, does Mo Nanjue count as a scumbag?"
Tong Ran's little face turned cold, "If he does, then you should be ashamed, right? I can recommend some good face wash brands to you, but I wonder if a change of heart can help you hold your head high again?"
"Master Ran, do you have to insult people so indirectly?" Mo Beiyan's gaze swept over her whole body, his eyes like an X-ray, "Hmm... the figure is indeed good, the face is okay, looking closely, you really do count as a beauty."
