Pei Yansi didn't wait for Zhao Jin's answer, and with a flash of dissatisfaction, he looked up and glanced at Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin, almost subconsciously, immediately straightened up.
He looked at Pei Yansi and said, "I think, I mean I feel…" he emphasized his own opinion, fearing his words might anger Pei Yansi and result in no good for himself.
"Maybe, it's because President Pei's emotions are too restrained, and his methods too domineering. Women like gentleness, considerateness, and passionate, straightforward romance. You're so reserved that she can't feel your love, of course she wouldn't believe in your feelings for her."
Pei Yansi frowned and said, "My love for her?" Is it that obvious?
He looked up at Zhao Jin with a dark expression in his eyes, yet revealed nothing out of the ordinary, "How would you know my feelings for her, did I ever say?"
"…" Zhao Jin was at a loss for words—hadn't he just mentioned it himself?