So-called "catering to someone's interests" means you really have to hit exactly what they like.
However, no matter how Wang Dadong racked his brains, he still couldn't figure out what on earth Luo Qingcheng actually liked.
Say she loved literature or painting? Not necessarily. She studied literature and practiced copying paintings basically just to earn herself extra points.
And she'd copied "The Eighteen True Scrolls" over a thousand times; in her heart she probably already hated copying to death.
Besides, Wang Dadong couldn't paint anyway.
As for writing poetry?
That Wang Dadong did know how to do, but the kind of verses he wrote, like "the wind blows on my butt and it feels so cool," were fine for teasing the Female CEO; in front of Luo Qingcheng, they were obviously not fit for the stage.
As for singing and dancing, he was even worse.
Wang Dadong's face was all scrunched up with worry.
