"Matters of the heart can't be forced—just like how I don't like you, you can't force me to like you. You like me, but you can't force me to like you back, Zhao Qingyi. Stop pestering me. And another thing, we're not that close, so don't call me like we're all buddy-buddy." Even Zhenzhen doesn't call him that.
Zhao Qingyi finally couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the law firm, crying. As soon as Zhao Qingyi left, Tan Jia walked in with a gossiping look, eager to get the scoop.
"What happened? What's going on? Why did she run out crying?"
That gossip face, seriously nosey, but honestly, kind of suits his personality.
Pei Ziyu was confused, "With a personality like yours, how did He Yiran ever take a liking to you?"
"Obviously because I'm handsome, charming, and full of depth." Tan Jia said, then added, "But why am I talking about myself? Let's talk about you—what's up with Zhao Qingyi?"
