"Lu Xiaocao, I'm sorry. Although I claim to have many girlfriends, the truth is I don't really understand women. To put it bluntly, I'm a bit clueless!"
Liu Chen said softly.
"Is that so? You're just trying to fool me. You were able to see through the imagery in that painting when Li Xiang couldn't even tell. You claim to be a love expert!"
Lu Xiaocao still found it hard to believe Liu Chen's words. Previously, when Liu Chen talked about Li Xiang, he seemed quite impressive, not someone who didn't understand emotions. Even she couldn't tell that was a painting of imagery, yet Liu Chen did.
"Ahem... There's a saying that other's affairs are always simple. It's only complex when you encounter them yourself!"
Liu Chen said with some embarrassment. To be honest, he felt this statement held some truth. He was very aware he was never high intelligence in matters of love.
"So... what do you mean now?"
Lu Xiaocao pouted, tears welling up in her eyes.
