"It's like this, my nephew and I have a very good relationship, and I know many of his preferences."
"He once told me that he likes women who wear white dresses and mysterious masks."
"He thinks that if he could pursue such a woman, it would be the greatest fortune of his life."
Yuchi was smoothly giving himself an alibi.
Song Bei wanted to stay uninvolved, and since Yuchi was already putting up a poor front, it was best to utilize this identity directly.
There were many benefits to saying it this way.
At least it wouldn't provoke anyone's dislike—what girl would reject a boy's affection, right?
Song Yinghan nodded slowly, her expression invisible, but her tone carried a hint of contemplation:
"I can understand him."
"However, many people like me, so if he wants to gain my attention, he needs to put in a lot of effort."
Yuchi: "?"
Miss, you're quite confident, huh? He didn't expect Song Yinghan to respond like that.
In jest, Yuchi intentionally said:
