Qiao Jing still showed no emotion, responding with a blank face, "But I don't like you."
Hearing Qiao Jing's cold response, Xu Moqian couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.
But he wasn't one to give up easily. Biting his lip, he continued, "It's alright if you don't like me now. We can get to know each other first, and maybe after some time, you'll start to like me. Feelings are unpredictable..."
"There's nothing unpredictable about it. Not liking is just not liking."
Qiao Jing, having run out of patience, interrupted Xu Moqian, saying each word clearly, "Please stop bothering me, it's really annoying, understand?"
After speaking, she raised her hand and pushed Xu Moqian aside, walking away without looking back.
After repeatedly hitting a wall, Xu Moqian felt somewhat dejected, but after a few seconds of discomfort, he picked himself up and drove to catch up.
