บท 564: Who Cares to Be the Temple Master

She spoke as if his prowess, inviting envy, wasn't perfectly natural. Luo Jin cast a sidelong glance at her, leisurely savoring his watermelon.

Unlike Zhouzhou, who had buried her entire face in the fruit, he elegantly extracted a spoon from her bag, eating with the air of an aristocrat.

Lifting his hand, he rapped the little chubby girl on the head, his tone cold, "I've always been exceptional."

"Ah, yes, yes," Zhouzhou replied absentmindedly, devouring the watermelon with gusto. Luo Jin clicked his tongue, pinching the ends of her hair in mild annoyance.

Ungrateful the little chubby girl. He had suspected that her previous praise was mere flattery.

Indeed, she was a heartless charmer, her sweet words insincere. He rolled his eyes, yet his gaze towards Zhouzhou remained affectionate and indulgent.

Qingyang observed this scene, a tinge of bitterness welling up inside. It seemed he was no longer needed. Luo Jin was now cherished by someone else.