Ye Qinghao, feeling a bit smug, said, "How about you act cute and soften up for me? If you did, you'd definitely exude more femininity..."
Before he could finish, he saw An Lan turn her head.
Her expression was very composed, nowhere near the crying scene Ye Qinghao had imagined.
Her eyes were calm and wise, showing no hint of anger or rage. At that moment, she looked at him as if looking at an idiot.
In her hands, she was holding tweezers, examining the body in front of her. Her shoulder was twitching just now because she was working.
Ye Qinghao: ...
An Lan sneered, "You care so much about my feelings. Do you like me?"
That comment instantly made Ye Qinghao bristle like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Hey, you... I was trying to cheer you up, and that's how you talk? How could I possibly like you? Ha! Unless every woman on this earth vanished!"
