Lin Aofan spoke up for Bai Xinyan not because he was kind, of course, but mainly because her looks and figure were exactly his type.
Besides, he found the way she acted vulnerable incredibly endearing, unlike the two women on his team. They were stubborn and hot-tempered, never had a gentle word to say, and annoyed him just by existing.
In fact, every time he saw Bai Xinyan getting close to Lu Shiyan, Lin Aofan felt a little envious, jealous, and resentful.
Yet no matter how much effort Bai Xinyan put in, Lu Shiyan always remained indifferent, which Lin Aofan found utterly contemptible.
He thought Lu Shiyan was wasting that handsome face. With such outstanding looks, why did he have to act so damn pretentious?
Lin Aofan simply refused to believe Lu Shiyan had no designs on Bai Xinyan. He thought the guy was only acting aloof to string her along and enjoy her eager attention.
We're both men. Who does he think he's fooling? Nobody understands how men think better than I do!
If a stunning beauty like her had shown interest in him, he certainly wouldn't have been so oblivious to her charms!
Uh... sure, Bai Xinyan was actually a little haughty off camera, but she was beautiful, after all!
Beautiful women were entitled to a few privileges. A minor flaw in her personality wasn't something he, Lin Aofan, couldn't tolerate.
As Lin Aofan indulged in these fantasies, he grew even more enthusiastic in his criticism of Su Miaohan.
"Put yourself in her shoes. If you were injured like that, and someone cared only about strictly enforcing who won and who lost, wouldn't you feel hurt? You can't be so selfish!"
"Huh?" Su Miaohan stared at Lin Aofan in bewilderment, completely unable to follow his logic. "Mister, what