Right after he finished speaking, Xiu Xi, who was sitting beside Jiaojiao, frowned and looked over. Tsk tsk, that gaze was truly quite intimidating.
Duan Qianyang found his reaction extremely amusing, lowered his head and sipped his tea, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Jiaojiao blushed, and shyly said, "No."
Indeed, she had never received a confession from the opposite sex. Back in junior high, Yang Tao had received several love letters, Ruan Lei and Lu Zishu also had, and for Xiu Xi, it goes without saying. Although he was cold, he was so good-looking, many people confessed to him, and many secretly admired him.
But she, to this day, had not received a single love letter, or a single confession.
Thinking of this, Jiaojiao couldn't help but touch her own little face. By all means, when she grows up she should be a fair, rich, and beautiful woman, she should have been pretty when she was little too, why had no one confessed to her?
