C68 The Femme Fatale
"Uh..."
Lin Hao was visibly uncomfortable. He was itching to say, "How can you compare when you haven't shown anything?"
But that was just an internal monologue; voicing it was another story entirely.
"So, I'm not really sure what you're talking about!" Lin Hao said with a wry smile. "How about we grab a bite to eat? It's late, and skipping a late-night snack doesn't seem right
