Zheng Shiqing was definitely a smart woman, and as soon as Su Weifeng spoke, she understood what he meant.
She didn't speak, nor did she show any particular attitude, and even the expression on her face showed no special change. Instead, she silently moved to a small pavilion by the path and sat down directly.
Su Weifeng also followed and sat opposite her.
The two sat facing each other in silence, for some people and some things, once missed, are very hard to regain.
"Su Weifeng, am I not the type you like?"
Caught by surprise by Zheng Shiqing's direct question, Su Weifeng hadn't expected her to be so straightforward.
Meeting Zheng Shiqing's gaze, which held a stubbornness that he read clearly, Su Weifeng couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Your expression, it reminds me of when you were in high school facing a tough problem, that stubbornness to solve it no matter what."
