"You say that, but what right do you have to look down on Young Miss!"
Lin Li heard something off in Ning Rongrong's tone. He turned his head and saw that her eyes had reddened at some point.
"Father told me how wonderful you were, but you're only average as far as I can see. How dare you look down on Young Miss... It's not like I care about you either!"
Ning Rongrong cursed at him aggrievedly.
When Ning Fengzhi had first told her about Lin Li, he had showered him with praise. Ning Rongrong had never heard her father speak so highly of anyone before.
Boys were always prone to youthful infatuation, and girls had their fairy-tale fantasies too.
If there were a handsome, exceptionally talented young man who did not chase after every pretty girl, how could she possibly remain unmoved?
With Ning Fengzhi encouraging her, Ning Rongrong had half-reluctantly agreed to get to know him. She had thought that if Lin Li performed well, she might not be unable to give him a chance.
But he had actually dared to avoid her!
Ning Rongrong asked, aggrieved and furious, "You stay at Poison Douluo's house every day. Are you interested in Dugu Yan?"
"Young Miss has money and looks, and I'm offering you the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to play with. You actually dare to avoid me? Do you think I'm air?!"
"Believe it or not, I'll have Sword Grandpa chop her up and make snake soup right now!"
Lin Li felt that something about those words was strange, but he still had to soothe Ning Rongrong's emotions. "Don't misunderstand. I don't have feelings for her... I don't like short hair."
Upon hearing the first half, Ning Rongrong had been about to call it an excuse.