Quickly catching up with Bi Xia and Xu Renfei, I squeezed in between the two in the elevator, pushed my gold-rimmed glasses up in a pretentious manner, and gently said to Bi Xia, "I'm not saying you have to tell me, Little Nine, it's fine if you don't want to. I won't keep asking. I'm just curious. But swearing in public isn't good. If it gets caught on camera, it might easily cause misunderstandings like us not getting along or you and Little Seven not getting along."
"..."
Seeing the elevator numbers dropping floor by floor and Xu Renfei with a barely contained laugh on his face, Bi Xia sighed lightly, turned to look at Luo Hao, and enunciated every word, "I abbreviated 'I F*** your dear mom' to 'I F*** her mom.'
Luo Hao: ...
"Pfft—" Xu Renfei finally couldn't hold it and burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard back and forth, clearly not expecting Luo Hao to be so relentless in asking about this, which was... adorably silly!
Luo Hao: ...
