Han Yifan still rested his chin on the tabletop, his lackluster appearance conveying disinterest, "No need. She already imagines me as a bad man who conquers dozens of women at night, she hates seeing me, my chances are already gone."
After he finished speaking, he sighed with the look of a man deeply in love yet spurned.
Bo Yan was speechless, "It's just a misunderstanding; I can help explain it to her."
In fact, Shang Feifei had already guessed the previous night that the little umbrella Han Yifan bought might be for Bo Yan to use. Naturally, Bo Yan also guessed that she might know he came to visit Xia Siyu.