Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (23)

Not only had he recognized at a glance that she was the one who had saved that idiot outside Paramount Hall that day, but he had also decisively settled on her that very night.

No, that day outside Paramount Hall, she must have wanted to save him.

That idiot Zhang Jingyu was so foolish and cowardly that she would never take a liking to him.

Zhang Jingchen propped his head up with one hand and stared happily at Su Qiao.

Su Qiao poured a cup and pushed it in front of him. "Try it. It's nothing special."

"It's good."

The man stared at her without blinking, downed it in one gulp, then licked his lips as if savoring the aftertaste. "I've never had tea this good before."

Watching him treat fine tea like a cow chewing peonies, the corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched. "Have you ever had tea before?"

"Never." The man was perfectly unapologetic, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest.

Su Qiao: "..."

To have never drunk tea and still say something like, "I've never had tea this good before," there was probably only one person in the world who could do that: Zhang Jingchen.

"Only that idiot likes this sort of thing."

When Zhang Jingchen said this, he sounded quite disdainful, but he immediately added earnestly, "However, I've decided to start liking it from now on."

Since she liked it, of course he had to like it too.

Su Qiao did not want to keep discussing this headache-inducing topic with him. "By the way, were you watching the whole time during the day?"

"You think I'm that idle?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he added rather unconvincingly, "I only came out to take a reluctant look because I saw you arrive. Otherwise, with you