Jing Xuan lifted his gaze and looked at Zhan Tingzhi indifferently, "Am I the kind of person who doesn't take his work seriously?"
It was precisely because he was not the kind of person who took things lightly that Zhan Tingzhi felt he was in great danger.
Jing Xuan was not a man of great ambition, but he was definitely ambitious.
Zhan Tingzhi remembered the words Jing Xuan had said once: to Jing Xuan, career and love were the same.
In career, once you enter a field, you must be dedicated. In love, once it arrives, you must cherish it earnestly.
If some other man told him he liked Tang Huai, Zhan Tingzhi wouldn't feel any sense of crisis.
But his opponent was Jing Xuan, and he knew Jing Xuan well.
Jing Xuan's declaration of liking Tang Huai filled Zhan Tingzhi with fear, let alone the fact that he had been in a gloom for quite some time before Zhan Tingzhi knew the girl Jing Xuan liked was Tang Huai.
Zhan Tingzhi looked deeply at Jing Xuan, "I am serious about Tang Huai too!"
