Nie Guangyi's news came from Dad and my sister.
Meng Xin Zhi felt a bit ambivalent.
She had almost forgotten about this person.
"Ayi, don't you dislike Mr. Nie?"
"No, I like him a lot."
"Why is that?"
"Because he doesn't like you, sis."
Meng Xin Zhi did not expect to hear such an answer.
"How do you know he doesn't like me?"
"Ah? Could I be wrong? He couldn't have secretly proposed to you, could he?"
"No. My question is, how do you know? Surely he isn't the type to badmouth people, is he?"
If that were the case, this man talked too much.
It just didn't make any sense.
"No, Uncle Nie didn't say anything." Zong Yi shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"He said nothing?"
"Yeah, he never mentioned you." Zong Yi paused, "He's not like those people who like you; as soon as they see me they start asking all sorts of questions, all about what you like."
"Is that so…"
