For a moment, Jianxiong really didn't know how to answer; he put down his hand, his smile turning somewhat bitter, "Do you like that beanpole, Li Qian?"
He asked very directly, his clear, piercing eyes fixed on her.
Zhao Changsheng's heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat, then a trace of hesitation and sarcasm crossed her face, "No."
She answered crisply, and Li Qian, who had hurried to the doorway, had a cold and angry look in his black eyes.
Her response seemed to give Jianxiong hope, and he awkwardly asked, "Then what about me?"
Zhao Changsheng nearly fell off the table, "Did someone dig out your brain on Southern Island?"
Jianxiong's affection for her not only failed to move Zhao Changsheng emotionally but was a huge shock instead.
"Dream on, I don't like men!" Zhao Changsheng retorted, stepping back as she refused the hand Jianxiong extended to help her up, her face filled with horror.
