Noticing Han Zhan's reaction, Song Ci felt that it was too cold. She purposely pushed Han Zhan's arm and said sourly, "Du Xueyan is here."
Han Zhan said, "I saw her."
Song Ci asked again, "How does it feel?"
Han Zhan didn't understand what she meant and asked her, "In what way?"
Song Ci asked, "Is Du Xueyan pretty?"
Han Zhan glanced at Du Xueyan again before saying, "She is indeed pretty." In high school, Du Xueyan was the prettiest girl in their school. All these years, she had been nourished by her fame and became even prettier.
Song Ci asked again, "Are you charmed?" Song Ci realized that she was actually feeling slightly uneasy, afraid of hearing Han Zhan's answer.
Han Zhan raised his brows and asked, "Why should I be attracted to a woman who kicked me away when I was at my lowest?" Han Zhan felt puzzled and confused. "Do I look like a masochist?"
Song Ci was stumped.
