Song Yansheng's words instantly left Song Qingyang unsure of what to say.
She took a breath and still denied it: "Impossible... Yu Dou can't possibly like me!"
Song Yansheng set down the tea cup he held, crossed his hands, and leaned back on the sofa.
His smile remained, a smile of extreme elegance, gentlemanly ease, making his already jade-like features exude an otherworldly charm.
He asked, "Qingyang, do you have someone you like?"
Song Qingyang was startled, then shook her head: "...No!"
