Zhao Susu's tears flowed even harder.
"Say something!"
"...Girl, you've cried your makeup off."
"..."
That remark was a critical hit.
Zhao Susu stood frozen, unsure whether to keep crying or stop.
In the end, she still refused to give up. "Whatever you don't like about me, I can change. I'm not asking for much. I only want a chance to stay by your side."
Of all the men Zhao Susu had met, Xiao Qinghe suited her tastes best.
She couldn't bear to let him go so easily.
Xiao Qinghe's first reaction was to hold down the phone vibrating furiously in protest.
If he didn't, it might fly out the next second and smash Zhao Susu in the forehead.
Meanwhile, a certain someone beside him shot him an expressionless glance.
There was a hint of danger in his eyes.
Under immense pressure, Xiao Qinghe hesitated for several seconds before finally saying-
"I don't like that you're a woman."
Bai Yuqing abruptly raised his eyes and stared at him, his gaze burning with unprecedented intensity.
The phone in Xiao Qinghe's pocket pressed tightly against his chest, trembling violently.
Across from him, Zhao Susu finally couldn't take it anymore. She covered her face and fled in tears.
Xiao Qinghe inwardly wiped away his sweat, thinking that explaining this to Aunt Hong would probably be difficult.
A huge bouquet of peonies suddenly appeared before him.
Their fragrance filled the air, their beauty breathtaking.
The man before him had handsome, refined features, his eyes curved with a faint smile.
"I happened to see them while passing a flower shop. I remembered you liked them, so I bought a bouquet."
Xiao Qinghe held them in a daze. Seeing how composed he looked only made Xiao Qinghe more curious.
"What did you say to that girl?"