Disliking his approach, Ye Jiuliang stepped back and said in a mild tone, "It's not so much hostility, I simply dislike it."
"Dislike?" Xiao Lingchen laughed with an ambiguous undertone, "What about Li Mochan then?"
"Tsk tsk."
Ye Jiuliang crossed his arms with a roguish smile, "Mr. Xiao, I'm really troubled by this. If you like Lord Li, just confess to him. Stop beating around the bush with me. I can't confess for you, can I? Don't worry about me becoming your love rival. If Lord Li likes you, I'll absolutely bless you both."
In his eyes, the reflection of the girl's bright eyes and white teeth lingered, yet Xiao Lingchen still smiled gently and softly.
"With Jiuliang's intelligence, you should know who I'm genuinely interested in. The restroom is over there; I'll go back first and wait for you."
Ye Jiuliang watched his retreating figure, raised an eyebrow, and thought to herself that it was inappropriate to always covet her family's Li Mochan.
