"I don't like you."

Zou Xinhua is so long that he has nothing to say. Don’t like him?

If you don’t like him, isn’t it useless to say anything?

"I understand, I wish you can find someone you like in the future."

Zou Xinhua turned around and left, with his back desolate, and it seemed that he had suffered a big blow.

Li Jiahui felt that her heart was stung for a moment, and she couldn't help but squat down and hugged her head.

She is very powerless.

I didn't look at Zou Xinhua's back again.

As Zou Xinhua walked, he turned around and saw Li Jiahui's appearance. He was moved and couldn't help but fold it back.

Said in Li Jiahui's ear:

"Please tell me how can I make you like me?"

Li Jiahui looked up, her eyes were red, and she said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm not worth your efforts."

Really, the more Zou Xinhua is like this, the more uncomfortable she feels.
Chapter completed!