"Feelings can't be forced, just like I don't like you—you can't make me like you. You like me, but you can't force me to like you too, Zhao Qingyi, stop pestering me. Also, we're not that close, so stop calling me so intimately." Even Zhenzhen has never called him that.
Zhao Qingyi finally couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the law firm crying. As soon as Zhao Qingyi left, Tan Jia walked in with a gossip-filled expression, eager to know what happened.
"What's up, what's going on, why did she run out crying?"
The way Tan Jia was gossiping was really over the top, but it fit his personality perfectly.
Pei Ziyu couldn't understand, "With your personality, how did He Yiran ever take a liking to you?"
"Of course it's because I'm handsome, suave, and cultured," Tan Jia said, then added, "But why am I talking about myself? This is about you—what's up with Zhao Qingyi?"
