Han Zhuoli lowered his head to look at Lu Man, a hint of a smile on his face.
Lu Man really could not tell how much Han Zhouli had heard from what she had said to Dai Yiran.
But seeing his look of not being able to hide his smugness, it seemed that he had heard quite a bit.
"Admire me, like me?" the corner of Han Zhuoli's lips curved out, it was obvious that he was extremely pleased as the smile radiated even from his dark eyes.
The corner of Lu Man's lips trembled, could she say that she purposely said it to anger Dai Yiran?
Who knew that he would hear it.
"I did not know that you like me so much. Why didn't you tell me? Telling outsiders but not telling me, that's not good," Han Zhuoli raised his hand to rest on top of Lu Man's head, rubbing it, full of affection.
"…" Lu Man almost choked, she wanted to deny it and explain why she had said that but now she really did have some feelings for him and her heart was really moved.
