Zhao Youlin picked up the cup of tea in front of her and took a sip. "Who knows? Maybe it's an ill-fated relationship! I think he's quite gentle. At least when it came to her and Joy, this man was gentle.
The expression on Luo Weibing's face froze. His eyes stared blankly at Zhao Youlin as if he was saying, "You're f*cking kidding me! That guy, gentle? Do you think my eyes are just for show?
Zhao Youlin seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said calmly, "Feelings are like drinking water. You'll know them with time. You're still young and inexperienced. When you get married in the future, you'll understand."
Luo Weibing was speechless. Sister, are you mocking me for still being single?
Luo Weibing felt like he had received a critical hit of 10,000 points and almost vomited blood!
After taking a deep breath, Luo Weibing decided to save himself. With a serious expression, he asked, "Sister, he... so he knows..."
