Leng Linglong confessed with deep affection, eagerly looking at Zhan Hanjue, expecting his answer.
Who knew, Zhan Hanjue ruthlessly rejected her: "I don't like you, and I never have."
Ye Ningwan and Wu Taotao, who were beside them, both showed expressions that couldn't bear to watch, looking at Leng Linglong with deep sympathy.
"Hanjue, how can you be so heartless?" Leng Linglong cried out loudly.
Leng Ziqing was also angry: "Zhan Hanjue, you are too much."
"Do I have to lie to her to make you happy?" Zhan Hanjue asked coldly.
Leng Ziqing was red-faced and unable to reply.
"Let's go."
Zhan Hanjue stood up, took Ningwan's hand, and left.
Unexpectedly, Leng Linglong was not giving up and stepped forward to grab Zhan Hanjue's hand: "Hanjue, I really like you."
Zhan Hanjue raised his arm in displeasure, avoiding her touch.
Unexpectedly, Leng Linglong, such a delicate girl, could not withstand his strength.
She was thrown aside, hitting her head against the nearby table.
