No matter the motive, Mo Shangjun's speech just now was too blunt, and after all, was somewhat hurtful.
Thankfully, the young girl didn't blow up at Mo Shangjun right then and there; otherwise, it would've definitely escalated the situation.
"That's not prejudice," Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways, "Didn't you not want to give a speech? What, changed your mind?"
"That's not it." Lang Yan looked rather puzzled, scrutinizing Mo Shangjun carefully, "I can think of several better ways to refuse her, so why did you choose the worst one?"
"Maybe," Mo Shangjun lifted her hand, thoughtfully touched her chin, pretended to ponder for a moment, and finally gave Lang Yan an answer, "I found her annoying."
"..."
Lang Yan was at a loss for words.
Mo Shangjun smiled slightly, "Don't you think she's too clever for her own good?"
Startled, Lang Yan countered, "Is being clever bad?"
