"Look, Yaya. I think no matter what we do...if Zhao Yang still clings to his past…" Lai Jiayi sighed. "We will never get his heart."
Yaya nodded weakly. "Yes, quack. I agree…"
"I think we have to change our strategy," Lai Jiayi's fingers were drumming on the bed as she spoke. "We can't simply impress him or seduce him."
"Mn…"
"You see what happened today, right? I save his nephew yet because of a dead person's belongings– "
"Hush, don't say it like that, quack!" Yaya interrupted. "I know you're upset, quack, but the dead are innocent, quack."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry." Lai Jiayi lowered her head. "Anyway, I think we have to know why Zhao Yang can't forget his lover."
"Eh?" Yaya tilted his head in confusion.
"We have to solve the root of his love problem first. If we don't, trust me. The barometer will be stuck at most, around– close friend area."
