Yin Zhihan was not surprised. If she had agreed, she would not have been Lu Ning. Many years ago, he had known that this woman was difficult to get.
"You really don't like me? Lu Ning, don't lie to yourself. Your eyes can't deceive others. You're moved by me," Yin Zhihan said affirmatively.
He saw through her?
Lu Ning admitted that she had indeed been infatuated with him before, and her heart had been racing. She didn't feel embarrassed. No woman would dislike such an overwhelming and powerful man like him, and she was just an ordinary girl.
However, she wouldn't tell him that she liked him.
"I don't know what I did to make you think that I like you, but you're not my type. I'm telling you clearly now that I'm not moved. In the past, now, and in the future, I won't be moved."
"I'm not your type? Then what type do you like, like Zhou Pingan or Zhu Yuchen?"
