"Haha!" Li Gongming chuckled, looking at Zhao Nuanyue's face, flushed with anger. It was tender and fair, like a ripe, rosy peach. "I'm even more curious about you now. Let me explain—Guo Dongmei is just a friend, not my girlfriend. So please, don't get the wrong idea."
Zhao Nuanyue was dumbfounded. 'I want to bang my head against a wall!' she thought.
'Doesn't Mr. Li always act so high and mighty, using his good looks to get by?'
Zhao Nuanyue saw herself as just a country bumpkin. 'How could someone like Li Gongming possibly be interested in me?'
But here Li Gongming was, on only their second meeting, spouting all this nonsense. 'Does he really think he's some kind of Casanova?'
'Pah!'
'He's a complete scumbag, worse than pig slop.'
"I don't even know who you are. What is there for me to misunderstand?" Zhao Nuanyue sneered. "This is completely ridiculous. You're insane!"
