Arlen chuckled. He interlocked his hand and leaned on it, "So, we are hating him."
Ravi turned the broth and nodded simply without hesitation.
"You don't even know who he is?" Arlen asked, his voice curious.
Ravi did not need to. "I don't care." He hurt Arlen. Matters like this were extremely simple to Ravi.
"Why?" Arlen's voice was light as if he was afraid of disturbing something in the deep night.
Ravi's cheeks turned red and his voice was even lower than his yet with an unshakable firmness, "We are friends."
Arlen smiled, "Ah! It turns out that it is one of the benefits of being friends with Ravi."
Seeing those blue eyes glinting with mischief, Ravi knew that he was teasing him again and ignored him.
This person was very simple at times. This person hurt you so we are hating this person together.