Tang Yumeng was stunned, almost fainting. It seemed that Lin Chuan really was far inferior to Bai Yifan in terms of emotional intelligence. The man in front of her lacked a sense of romance. However, he was a man of strong character. Alas, no man was perfect. Bai Yifan lacked the manly spirit, the steel-like nature that Lin Chuan possessed. And Lin Chuan lacked the sweet-talking, romantic traits that girls loved about Bai Yifan.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Chuan looked at Tang Yumeng, puzzled.
"I…" Tang Yumeng pursed her lips.
"What exactly did you lose?" Lin Chuan quickly added: "So that I can have someone look for it."
"Silly." Tang Yumeng gently embraced Lin Chuan, saying, "No need to look for it, what I lost is on you."
"What?" Lin Chuan exclaimed in surprise: "What is it?"
"My heart," Tang Yumeng scoffed, thinking this little rascal really had no sense of romance at all, just like a block of wood.
"Your heart?" Lin Chuan was taken aback.
