Luo Chunxiao heard, and seemed to see a glimmer of hope again.
Did he just fall in love these past two days, with her?
Her eyes were bright and shimmering, looking at Ma Zhihao.
Her pale complexion gradually took on a reddish hue, she always felt Ma Zhihao would confess to her—
Lin Yanmei didn't think so. Hearing that Ma Zhihao liked someone, it was like seeing pile after pile of money that was supposed to be hers growing wings and flying away.
"Who do you like?" Lin Yanmei asked.
Ma Zhihao glanced coldly at Lin Yanmei and Luo Chunxiao: "Definitely not Luo Chunxiao."
Luo Chunxiao's face turned pale again.
She looked at Ma Zhihao, on the verge of tears: "You don't like me, then you... then you..."
"Then what?" Ma Zhihao was in a bad mood today. Seeing Luo Chunxiao like this, he couldn't show her any kindness.
"Noth... nothing..." Luo Chunxiao really wanted to ask why he would go on a blind date with her if he didn't like her...
