Seeing everyone else leave, Su Ci chuckled and said, "Lord Di, I never expected your voice to be so milky and soft. No wonder our cub got the generation wrong, and you didn't even bother to correct him."
A six-foot-plus burly man speaking with a tiny baby voice—the mental image was endlessly hilarious.
Di Feisheng pressed his lips into a thin line, glared fiercely at Su Ci, and snatched the chopsticks off the table, hurling them straight at her.
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