Tao Siran didn't agree to any questions and directly threw the questions back at her.
Jin Yan made a thoughtful expression, and after a moment, she shook her head apologetically, "If I had met a man as outstanding as you, sir, there's no way I wouldn't remember. So, I guess... we haven't met."
Tao Siran's lips slowly curved into a very shallow smile.
Also very mocking!
Yet Jin Yan seemed unaware and asked again, "Could it be that you're my fan? If you're looking for a signature, I'm sorry, I'm here to attend a friend's wedding today."
After saying this, she was about to leave when her wrist was held by Tao Siran once more, and he asked, "Phone number?"
Jin Yan's smile froze, with a flash of anger passing through, but when facing Tao Siran, there was only a very unfamiliar perfunctory smile: "I'm sorry, I'm not accustomed to giving my phone number to strangers."
She freed her hand, looked up, and wearing high heels, walked out.
