Ji Weixi watched as he smiled, his eyes glinting with a loving sparkle—she almost agreed with him.
When she thought carefully about it, it seemed true that Li Shaoling was the best for her…
Still, she would never admit it. Wouldn't she be falling right into his trap?
Realizing the truth but not admitting it, she lowered her head and mumbled, "No, you're not…"
"Hmmm?" Li Shaoling narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Then who is?"
He sneered as Ji Weixi became stumped. "Don't tell me it's that little manwhore."
"Li Shaoling, he's not a manwhore. He's a musician."
How many times did she have to tell him? It's hard for her too.
"Ji Weixi, I withstood my pain to come find you, and you are taking manwhore's side?" Li Shaoling's voice turned cold as he lifted her chin. "Am I bothering you two?"
Ji Weixi frowned. "What are you talking about! Mister Su saved me…"
