The car stopped in front of the Ye residence.
Li Tingshen didn't even pull the handbrake.
He leaned back in his seat and stared at the closed door of the Ye residence. His slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel.
After a long while, she retracted her gaze and turned to look at Liang Xuer.
His face was cold and his voice was cold.
"Who told you that if you hate someone, you must like someone else?"
Liang Xuer's eyes turned red. "Can I take it that you don't like Ye Qingqiu?"
Li Tingshen pursed his lips and his eyes darkened.
"But do you really not hate me because of Ye Qingqiu?"
It was suspicion and questioning.
Li Tingshen suddenly smirked and chuckled.
That laugh stunned Liang Xuer.
She had never heard him laugh before.
However, this laughter was filled with sarcasm and arrogance.
He placed his hand casually on the steering wheel and looked at her with a faint smile.
