The moment Tao Yingjun saw Zhao Yulu, he swore he must get her into bed.
Zhao Yulu was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
He had invited Zhao Yulu to dine with him several times and was refused each time. Tao Yingjun felt that Zhao Yulu was just feigning modesty.
So, he orchestrated this whole scene.
He thought Zhao Yulu would be moved and would agree to him.
This was his trump card; whenever he pulled off this kind of declaration of love, no woman could resist—they would be in his bed that very night.
Based on such experiences, he was filled with confidence that he could win over Zhao Yulu today.
"Say yes to him!"
"Go for it, Mr. Tao!"
"Mr. Tao is so romantic!"
"I wish Mr. Tao would confess his love to me!"
The onlookers, ever eager for drama, were saying all kinds of things.
"Tao Yingjun, I don't like you and it's impossible for me to accept you. I hope you will not bother me anymore," Zhao Yulu said indifferently.
