Zhao Mengmeng furrowed her brows and asked earnestly, "So, Uncle Pei, are you rejecting me?"
A roundabout rejection? That answer was infuriating to hear.
What does it mean to damage the country's little flowers?
Zhao Mengmeng's expression clearly revealed her inner turmoil—disappointment mixed with dissatisfaction.
"Little girl, it must be your first time confessing to someone. If I say I reject you, I'm afraid it might hurt you, but an old man of my age really isn't suitable for you."
An old man of my age? Was he resorting to self-deprecation just to get rid of her?
Zhao Mengmeng's heart felt bitterly cold, her expression growing more solemn.
Did he think he'd hurt her glass heart?
Her glass heart had shattered into pieces when he introduced his girlfriend to her.
"That's enough, Uncle Pei, you don't need to say more," Zhao Mengmeng raised her hand and made a cutting motion to silence him.
She didn't want to hear those ridiculous comforting excuses.
