"If you hate me then- Huh? You do not hate me?" Du Hang was shocked. He had complained about girls in front of Zhao Youyue, and even treated her starting the conversation as unworthy, but he still had not earned her ire.
Du Hang tilted his head to glance at Zhao Youyue, yet the signs of a fake polite smile could not be seen. He had no idea how could a fake smile appear so genuine - normal people would never be able to tell. They would think that she was the most genuine, kindest, warmest person ever.
The look on Zhao Youyue's face was one of intelligent coldness, saying "I do not hate you," those were her true feelings - and nothing of it indicated her pretentious aloofness.
Zhao Youyue knew just how to deal with just about any character out there - she knew what to say, and who to say it to.
