"Right. Why indeed?" Nie Guangyi asked in return, "Why does the young lady always make so much sense? Tell me, why do I need someone to explain Liaobo to me?"
Meng Xin Zhi was taken aback, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
She was beginning to wonder whether Nie Guangyi was just clueless or especially skilled at conversation.
How was she supposed to respond to this question thrown back at her?
The situation was as follows:
1. Mr. Nie had a blackout.
2. Mr. Nie didn't remember that he had confessed his feelings yesterday.
In such a case, if she were too eager to say something, it would seem forced and strange, and might even look like she was leading him on to confess.
"This is the question I asked Mr. Nie, and naturally, I have no way of knowing the answer."
