Qin Yu was going crazy!
There was no way she could talk to this man like a normal person.
She looked at Liang Jiahao's chopsticks in disdain and snorted. "No, thank you. I'm germaphobia."
Liang Jiahao immediately put down his chopsticks, stood up, and went to the kitchen. He took out a new pair of chopsticks and picked up another piece of meat. After blowing on it, he held it near Qin Yu's mouth. "Say ah ..."
Qin Yu: "....."
There must be something wrong with Liang Jiahao's brain.
She simply had no way to communicate with him.
Qin Yu put down her chopsticks and stared at Liang Jiahao. Suddenly, she became serious. Even she, herself, felt that she had never been so serious like this in her life.
"Liang Jiahao, I'm going to put my words tonight. I'm not interested in you, you are not my type."
Liang Jiahao also put down his chopsticks and looked at her calmly. "Then what type of man are you into?"
