If faces mattered, would he have to cling like a damned plaster, devising ways every day to win that girl's favor?
Xie Anyu was a bit dazed and hadn't had the chance to reply before Pei Yan turned his head towards the street and said, "There are two types of people in the world, those I like and those I hate, and I'm sorry, you're neither."
Xie Anyu's face turned pale, "But I can try to become someone you like."
As she spoke, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them at once.
Fuck.
Pei Yan's eyes grew colder, "Ever heard of 'short-tempered'? Scram, and if you dare show up in front of me again, I'll kick you like a ball."
Damned suffering.
After all this hassle with this woman, he still hadn't seen that head under the umbrella turn to glance over.
Humiliated by Pei Yan, Xie Anyu was so scared that she turned pale and dared not move. She had known that Pei Yan had a bad temper, but she had never realized he was sick.