"You must still be coveting my beautiful body, don't think you can deceive the Goddess of Wisdom!" Kevia asserted that He Zhenyi was still lusting after her.
He Zhenyi didn't glance sideways, his expression solemn, appearing much like Buddha.
"Goddess, I've already told you, I now see you only as an old friend. But it seems you don't consider me a friend, but rather an expired tool to be used. It appears my thoughts are one-sided. Let's just pretend we never knew each other, shall we?"
"You're lying, just admit it," Kevia, gritting her teeth, was the spitting image of a petty woman trying to save face, a far cry from the Goddess of Wisdom Lin Ge imagined.
He Zhenyi kept to himself, sipping his drink, no longer minding Kevia, who was left out, glaring at his bald head with eyes filled with rage.
Quick-tempered, arrogant, and obstinate—could such a woman truly be the Goddess of Wisdom? Witnessing everything, Lin Ge once again questioned the value of the gods from another world.