“Yes. Ice house brother, do you have someone you like?”
He repeated the question, “Someone I like?” There should be, right?
Zhong Wen Shan walked over to call them for dinner and just happened to hear Qingnian’s words, “I have someone I like, but it’s just a one-sided affection.”
“So, Lingzi, could you become the person Ice house brother likes in the future?” She lifted her head, the shadow of Wen Shan visible on her clear, beautiful face.
Maybe that person will never even glance at me. He lowered his head and kissed her clean little face. “It’s a deal, this is my mark.” His playful nature always made him start joking around casually.
He has someone he likes? Wen Shan carefully considered all the possible people. It didn’t seem right!
After dinner, Qingnian from the ice house said goodbye. Wen Shan saw him off.
“I just heard you have someone you like?”
Qingnian put on his hat, “Yes.”
“I’m very curious, who is it?”
“It’s none of your business.” He started the engine, “See you tomorrow.”
Wen Shan watched him leave in a daze, wondering who he liked?
Limu Chun was on her way to the studio.
“I thought you wouldn’t care about me anymore.” He sat in the car, observing her reaction.
Limu Chun looked ahead, completely ignoring him.
“You could say you’re a very dedicated actor.” The car entered the Fourth Ring Road. “And I’m a rather mediocre artist.”
“Shut up, no one will think you’re a fool.” Chun laughed loudly.
He was silent for a moment. “Chun, I’m really sorry about that night.”
Her eyes didn’t even move. “Can an apology turn back time? Zhong Zhen, we’re both adults now.”
He leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head. “You don’t hate me anymore?”
Is he mad or just completely oblivious? Can’t he see that she’s not even willing to have any dealings with him anymore? Chun realized she was gripping the steering wheel too tightly.
“That’s absolutely impossible, after all, I forced you. Chun, what can I do to make you forgive me?”
Her car stopped outside the studio. “You’re here.”
“Answer me first.” He wouldn’t give up.
