Jiang Ning looked at Han Yuanjun in disbelief. He actually asked her what she liked about him?
Jiang Ning felt that she had heard the stupidest question in the world!
Jiang Ning looked at Han Yuanjun and shook her head with a disappointed smile. "You actually asked me what I like about you? Do you think I like your position in the Han Family as much as other women who want to climb the position? No, I don't! I like you. I have loved you since I was little. You are the most handsome man I have ever met, and the most attractive!"
Jiang Ning paused and took a deep breath. "My feelings for you are not as small as Liang Zixuan's. She only loves you for your money, but what I love is you!"
"Oh?" Han Yuanjun raised his eyebrow and laughed a little. "So, it turns out that you like my face."
As soon as he had finished speaking, he suddenly twisted his wrist, and a cold, sharp knife struck his face cruelly. His handsome face had a surprising red streak.
