Yan Jingyi put on a perfunctory smile and said, "Zhuang Heng is not my type."
"Why?" The female intern was upset. "Zhuang Heng is funny and interesting. Most importantly, he's rich and handsome. I can tell that Zhuang Heng really likes you too, Sister Jinyi."
Yan Jinyi casually grabbed a grape and tossed it into her mouth in one go. She was extraordinarily suave.
"Well... I'm so charming, isn't it normal for him to like me?"
"Sister Jinyi, what kind of man do you like?"
'What kind of man do I like?'
Yan Jinyi was stunned by the question.
In the past, she used to like gentlemen who dressed in fancy and flamboyant clothes, but later on, she realized that it was just a false illusion.
Those who were gentle on the surface might secretly backstab you for the sake of interests.
"He has got to be vicious, wicked, and ruthless. That's at least more genuine than those who put on a fake front."
"Sister Jinyi..."
