Chapitre 42: [42] Have you actually fallen on hard times to the point where you're picking up trash for a living?_1

"Ale, you couldn't possibly have a crush on me, could you?" Tang Feng said, smiling at Song Lele, "But I don't like men."

"Get lost, who likes you." Song Lele glared at him, but her words carried a strong hint of jealousy.

Seeing that she seemed on the verge of anger, Tang Feng quickly added, "What I actually meant to say was, let's the three of us grab a meal together, my treat."

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Song Lele's complexion then improved a bit, revealing a hint of the smugness unique to girls.

Seeing this, Tang Feng couldn't resist teasing her again, "Ale, I find that sometimes you're just like a girl. Sigh, it's such a pity!"

Song Lele asked curiously, "A pity about what?"

"A pity you're a man. If you were a woman, I'd definitely pursue you," Tang Feng said, arching an eyebrow at her.

"You brat, if you dare to make such jokes with me in the future, I... I..."

"You'll do what?" Tang Feng challenged, looking unfazed.