In short, Zhou Weimin means nothing to Kang Li.
So naturally, Kang Li doesn't pay any attention to him.
Because of that, talking about Zhou Weimin at this moment, Kang Li's expression is entirely natural, her tone flat—there isn't the slightest hint of emotion. It's just like she's talking about any ordinary little thing.
"I believe you. Whatever you say, I believe."
Luo Yanqing smiled softly, his gaze full of unusual warmth.
"Can you tone it down a bit?"
The man was staring intently at her—Kang Li felt her cheeks flush, unable to resist reminding him.
"What's wrong?"
Luo Yanqing snapped back and innocently asked.
"My folks are sitting right here."
Kang Li replied offhandedly.
"I know."
