"..." Sky Moore was silent for a moment before he replied indifferently, "I told you five years ago that I would not accept you."
Vivian Manson bit her lip tightly on the other end, not speaking for a long while.
She had long known Sky Moore's answer, but to be rejected so cleanly and decisively was still heartbreakingly painful.
"Even if you do not like me, I at least have the right to pursue you."
Vivian Manson said with her lips clenched, "You are single now, and I think I'm qualified to pursue you."
Sky Moore lowered his eyes indifferently and toyed with the keys on the desk. His voice was somewhat cold: "I don't like you." In places unknown to Lily Smith, he always rejected women with such coldhearted indifference, "and I won't like you."
"Do you have someone you like?"
"...Yes."
"Is it that young girl?" Vivian Manson's voice carried a sob, "She looks underage, doesn't she? Sky, you..."
"That's none of your business."
