Zhao Long hit a wall and felt extremely puzzled.
He had never met a girl so difficult to woo. He thought, didn't she see the diamond on my ring? Doesn't she know I'm a second-generation rich?
Zhao Long raised his hand and touched his ring, catching Jiang Xiaomi's attention: "Xiaomi, you're too sensitive. It's normal for classmates to say hi to each other. Besides, this weather is so hot, buying you a drink is just out of concern..."
"We're not familiar with each other, I don't need your concern." Jiang Xiaomi pointed to the side and said, "Let me tell you again, my boyfriend is coming soon. Stay away from me, don't force me to get physical."
"This..."
Although Zhao Long was a bit embarrassed, he was thick-skinned enough: "I really mean well, I..."
He stopped halfway through his words, helplessly.
Because Jiang Xiaomi had already turned her back on him.
