Ye Lu rolled her eyes. This man was frustratingly honest. Even if he didn't really want to save her, now that he had, he should at least hide his disinterest a bit. Wasn't it said that Europeans were all about chivalry?
"Well, whether you intended to save me or not, you did in the end, making you my savior. You may decline my gratitude, but I will express it regardless."
"Fine, I accept your thanks." Hai Lanse shrugged lazily, "By the way, aren't you Gu Yan's girlfriend? Where is he?"
Ye Lu was taken aback, she stuttered, "We broke up."
"What a pity."
"I didn't detect any regret in your tone." Ye Lu retorted.
Hai Lanse grinned and said, "Well, I'm not too regretful, it's just a polite statement anyway."
Ye Lu was speechless. He seemed completely different from the man she met at the hospital.
Back then, he radiated nobility, like a beautiful man straight out of a European painting - gracious, high-class, and strict with aristocratic etiquette.
