"You're lying."
Facing Zhao Minghua's confession, Chun Nuan gave a faint smile: "You don't really have feelings for me."
Zhao Minghua... How should I explain this so you'll believe me?
Were all those nights climbing over the wall in vain?
"So tell me, what do you like about me?"
This left Zhao Minghua at a loss.
Qingsheng rolled his eyes nearby and looked up at the sky.
Sometimes the young master is really quite dense. He may be eloquent outside, but when it comes to family or important people, he can't manage a single word.
"Come on, tell me, what do you like about me?" Chun Nuan laughed: "Is it my looks, my talents, my personality, my kindness, or my character?"
Zhao Minghua was even more dumbfounded by her question!
If Chun Nuan asked this to my second brother, maybe he could respond.
The little knowledge I have is really inadequate in this situation.
"Zhao, the third son, in your eyes, can you not even mention a single merit of mine?"
