"How do you know he's a scoundrel? Have you ever interacted with him? Do you understand him? If you don't know anything, then don't talk nonsense!" Zhao Yating scolded harshly, annoyed by Zhao Kuangyi's prejudgment.
"Just a scoundrel, what's there to like," Zhao Kuangyi muttered under his breath.
"Yes, he is a scoundrel, but even if he is one, he wouldn't fancy me!" Zhao Yating cried out of grievance, feeling bitter at the thought.
If Zhao Kuangyi called Hao Jian a scoundrel, and Hao Jian didn't like her, did that mean she was even worse than a scoundrel?
"Hey, why are you crying? It's just a scoundrel; is he really worth your tears?" Seeing Zhao Yating cry, Zhao Kuangyi suddenly panicked. He had always doted on his sister, from childhood until now, so he was naturally afraid seeing her like this.
"What do you understand? He's really nice, anyway people just like whatever they like!" Zhao Yating stubbornly said.