Li Yifei was really frustrated, truly frustrated. Who would have thought that casually saving Lin Qiong twice would lead to this? He had merely stumbled upon the situations and even treated the whole thing lightly, never expecting Lin Qiong to take it so seriously.
The sound of a cup dropping to the floor failed to rouse Lin Qiong, who continued to sip her drink slowly, engrossed in thoughts of the impressive person she admired.
Li Yifei kicked the broken pieces of the cup aside, finding the situation both laughable and lamentable. Was he really that cool? With his completely ordinary features that would get lost in a crowd, he had somehow caught Lin Qiong's fancy. What on earth was her taste?
Fortunately, the person Lin Qiong fancied was not his current self. As long as he kept it a secret that he was that person, things should remain peaceful.
If Lin Qiong knew what Li Yifei was thinking at that moment, who knows what expression she would have had.