The once pure and proud little boy had now become a glib-tongued master of picking flowers. This made Lin Yi's feelings indescribably complicated.
However, wasn't there a saying that women wouldn't love a man who wasn't bad?
Seeing that Lin Yi's eyes were drifting away, Liang Jingchuan's face instantly turned ugly.
She could still be distracted in this state?
Was it really as she had said, that she had no interest in him at all?
Usually, Liang Jingchuan would have wanted those women who harbored ill intentions towards him to get as far away from him as possible. However, now that someone who did not take him seriously had come, he suddenly felt unhappy.
He had always been the one to despise others, and no one had ever despised him.
