"Zhaozhao, do you have any issues with me?" After finishing their meal and running into Zhou Huaiyu and his friends at the entrance of the cafeteria, the latter looked at Shen Zhaozhao with a face full of grievance and complained.
At a towering height of just over six feet, his expression really was a bit hard to resist.
"No, not at all, absolutely none! You're such a nice person and you look so handsome, how could I possibly have any issues with you?" Shen Zhaozhao frantically waved her hands as if she was playing a pellet drum.
"Then why were you avoiding me just now?" Perhaps flattered by being called handsome, Zhou Huaiyu's tone lightened considerably, and even the resentment in his voice seemed to dissipate quite a bit.
