Ning Li's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Lu Huaiyu.
He had one hand in his pocket, and his posture was languid and relaxed. He had a faint smile on his lips, and the corners of his eyes and brows projected a chilliness.
"It's not wrong to like someone. But if the act of you liking the person causes trouble for others, then... there's nothing to be proud of."
Lu Huaiyu's voice was cold and unhurried.
He was very tall, and he carried a man's unique cold aura around him. Standing in front of Zhou Cheng like this, he naturally carried a strong sense of oppression.
His words were sharp and direct, which crushed Zhou Cheng mercilessly.
These words seemed to poke at Zhou Cheng, causing the pride on his face to instantly fade, and his expression wavered.
Of course, he knew that after what he had done today, he had brought trouble to Ning Li.
At first, he had felt that he was not wrong, but now...
