"Eh?"
Zheng Jing, the usually smart man, was confused by what Knife Lee said.
Knife Lee was not following the script. He even asked him about the woman whom he actually liked.
Zheng Jing threw a look at Zhao Anan who was equally surprised and said in a sincere voice, "Of course I like Anan. There is no one else!"
"So you don't like Zheng Lun? I saw you holding hands with Zheng Lun in the elevator a couple of days ago. Why are you denying it now?"
He was not only strong, but also a very observant person, as well.
Zheng Jing was rendered speechless by Knife Lee.
Of course, he liked Zheng Lun, and even pretending to like Zhao Anan, was a great deal of work. Hence, he could not bring himself to say that he did not like Zheng Lun.
