Yu Weilian returned to the room and saw Yang Minghui with a sad face and tears still in her eyes, she couldn't help but shake her head lightly.
"Sister Yang, don't be upset. You know well that his personality is like that, unwilling to provoke women, and he's like a block of wood, completely ignorant of matters between men and women."
"When he understands your feelings in the future, I'm sure he won't treat you like this anymore. Sister has gone through the same experience." Yu Weilian looked at Yang Minghui and softly spoke to comfort her.
"Hmph, who cares about him liking me. Even if such a stinky man were given to me, I wouldn't want him." Yang Minghui looked at Yu Weilian and said tearfully.
Then her gaze fell on Yu Weilian, and she suddenly leaped up, knocking Yu Weilian over.
"The person I like is Sister Yu, not that jerk." Yang Minghui looked at Yu Weilian, speaking slowly.
