Lu Tingshen was quite curious. With such conditions, Huo Chengying still doesn't like this guy.
"There are many people who like me, good-looking, wealthy ones too. Do I have to like them all?" Huo Chengying pouted, "If I say I like you, do you have to like me back?"
"What kind of analogy is that?" Lu Tingshen helplessly rubbed his forehead, "I'm your elder, don't joke with me like that in the future."
"You know I was just making an analogy, yet you're still so concerned. You see, there must be many beautiful women with good family backgrounds who like you. Do you like all of them? It's the same principle."
Huo Chengying shrugged, "But, Simon is indeed quite good-looking. Fits my aesthetic, otherwise, I wouldn't have become friends with him."
Lu Tingshen: "..."
She's indeed a child, her words are so unreliable.
He better not be fooled by her appearance; she looks pretty, but her words can be quite irritating.
