Zhao Changhe did not know if Cui Yuanyong saying that he belonged to no one was a sincere compliment, or if his interlocutor was hinting at him being unwanted due to his naturally rebellious nature. After listening to the patrons talk about such irrelevant things, Zhao Changhe now felt like anything anyone said harbored some ridicule. It was a real pain in the ass.1

What’s an even greater pain is how I’m gonna answer this question. What relationship do I have with First Seat Tang? How the hell am I supposed to know!0

“I’m a man she’ll never obtain in her entire life. Does that count?”0

Cui Yuanyong was speechless for a moment. “Brother Zhao… I’m not good at making jokes. Can we speak seriously?”0

“Well, alright, let’s be serious. I killed the person she was supposed to save right in front of her. After that, she personally ordered my arrest. Everyone knows this. Since she wants to arrest me, can’t I proclaim that she’ll never get me in her entire life? It might be a joke, but there is some truth in it.”0

Cui Yuanyong said slowly, “However…does she really wish to capture you?”0

Zhao Changhe replied indifferently, “I guess you heard just now that one of the guys here saying that my wanted posters were washed away...0