But for Le Tong, the focus wasn't on the word 'like' at all.
Ignoring the expensive price of the wine, many odd thoughts flashed through her mind like a spinning wheel regarding Ji Rui's purpose in gifting it. Among these strange thoughts, the most frequent was that this man before her, once under the influence of alcohol, had lost control...
Thinking of that night which, for her, held nothing but memories of pain and confusion, an exceptionally complex expression unconsciously appeared on Le Tong's face.
Ji Rui's precise and sharp analytical skills seemed only applicable at the negotiation table. The complexity on Le Tong's delicate face was like a fog in his eyes; he tried to see clearly but could not dispel the mist.
Even if he couldn't see through the fog, he still understood that Le Tong's expression was by no means one of liking.
"Don't like it? Then what do you like?" Ji Rui asked sincerely.
