"Yes, I like her that much," Han Zhuoli quickly changed his words. "No, I love her."
Han Zhuofeng's unwillingness to admit defeat was clearly written on his face.
No matter what, he still felt that Lu Man was unworthy of Han Zhuoli.
Or perhaps he should say that there is no woman alive who is worthy of Han Zhuoli.
Seeing that there was no way he could convince him, Han Zhouli was too lazy to waste more time talking to him. "I don't care if you accept Lu Man or not, she doesn't need you to accept her, and nor doesn't she need to care about your opinion. However, there is one thing, what you think should remain in your heart, I don't care, even if you are just pretending, you need to be polite to her! Just think about it this way, if you're not polite to her, it means you're not being polite to me. Now, do as you wish."
As to Lu Man's good parts, how could Han Zhuofeng, this kind of person whose intelligence was lacking see it?
