Even though Chen Ruoyu hadn't said a word, the male educated youths had started to take issue with Li Hongmei staring in their direction every day.
One day, one of the male educated youths approached Li Hongmei to tactfully express his thoughts.
"Hong Mei! The revolution isn't over yet, and I'm not ready to think about personal matters."
The speaker was Hu Ziqiang.
Most of the day, Li Hongmei's gaze was fixed on him.
It was really bothering him.
He couldn't help it. Li Hongmei wasn't good-looking and simply wasn't his type. Today, he had to steel his heart and reject her affections.
Li Hongmei frowned, then looked Hu Ziqiang up and down.
'This guy can't possibly think I'm into him, can he?'
Li Hongmei's skin crawled.
This Hu Ziqiang was darker-skinned than she was, short, and useless at work. She'd have to be out of her mind to be interested in him.
'He's not much to look at, but he sure has a vivid imagination!'
The person she liked was Yun Hao.
