Que Feiling stared at the screen, the blue light reflecting on his face making his skin seem even fairer.
The young man looked at Qin Muye's message, tugging at his overgrown red hair in frustration.
'That leopard is as annoying as ever. If I weren't locked up in here, I would've taken a pile of gems to court Miss Jiang long ago. Would I still have to put up with his mockery then?'
But since he couldn't get out, Que Feiling had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask what the other man usually did to start a conversation with a woman.
And Qin Muye, for his part, was annoyed just seeing the dead bird's name pop up.
He had originally planned to just brush him off with a few words, but then he suddenly realized this was a golden opportunity.
That dead bird used to flaunt his wealth at him all the time. Now it was his turn to show off his love life.
