Ye Xingguang's heart skipped a beat and she asked a very stupid question, "Why did you make this design?"
Ye Junqing raised his eyebrows, his piercing gaze met hers, "Because I fell in love with a heartless little brat, I dare not come close to her life, afraid of repeating the same mistakes and hurting each other. I can only amuse myself, keep my love for her in my heart."
After finishing, Ye Junqing added, "You can pretend I made it up, you anyway, don't believe me. My lies are full of holes, I don't have the talent to be a scriptwriter, after all, I come from a science background."
After saying this, Ye Junqing picked up the glass of red wine on the table and swallowed the entire content at once.
Such expensive red wine needs to be savoured to reflect its value, but he had been feeling depressed these days, needing to drink heavily to drown his sorrows. He may not be a scriptwriter, but everything he said was true.
