"Do you think Yan Yan likes you?" Lu Nuanyang looked at him leisurely, "What does she like about you? Your recklessness and impulsiveness? Your rudeness and discourtesy?"
After he spoke, he looked at Han Zhinan, "If you were a girl, would you like a guy like that?"
Han Zhinan, being a shy person already, felt embarrassed to say anything in front of Shang Jiyu as Lu Nuanyang asked her.
But under Lu Nuanyang's gaze, she didn't want to hurt his pride, so she didn't say anything, just shook her head.
Lu Nuanyang was immediately satisfied, turning to Shang Jiyu, "See, nobody likes you."
Shang Jiyu was fuming, "That's nonsense!"
Lu Nuanyang said, "Aren't you reckless looking for a fight with me? Isn't it rude infringing on my portrait rights? You've done it all, but won't admit it?"
Shang Jiyu really was a gullible, naive person—not stupid with plenty of money, but his tongue was not as sharp as Lu Nuanyang's, leaving him flustered and unable to retort.
