"Yeqian, are you really angry?" Zhao Xueli furrowed her brows, gripping his sleeve and murmuring apologetically, "I'm sorry, you have to believe me, I didn't do it on purpose."
"Stop bothering me, don't think I'm that easy to trick." Yeqian said coldly, prying her hand away, "I'm someone who despises deceit the most, don't think I don't know your intentions."
Zhao Xueli was taken aback, her eyes shadowed over, "You seemed to like me, why..."
"I liked you?" Yeqian let out a derisive laugh, "Even though we're only seventeen or eighteen, our minds are not as immature as that age would suggest. Did you really think I don't understand anything? If I didn't, I would have been devoured by the people in this industry a long time ago."
He didn't know what liking someone felt like.
Perhaps there hasn't been a suitable girl yet.