Zhuang Ling's Reputation Suffers

"Zhuang Ling, it turned out to be true when you said I might encounter a bloody disaster! Just this morning, I tripped as soon as I stepped out of my house. I want to treat you to a meal to help dissipate my bad luck."

"Zhuang Ling, please do the fortune telling for me again. I want to have a meal with you too."

"Zhuang Ling, who are they? Aren't I your only little sweetheart? Did you lie to me?"

Zhuang Ling's face cracked with awkwardness. Watching the girls flock around Xu Yi, who was being called "Zhuang Ling" by the crowd, he felt the urge to lash out, his fists clenching as he ground his teeth with barely suppressed rage.