"Tell me you're not in love with him." Zeng Zihang stares at Leng Yinuo's eyes. He wants to hear her admit that she is only dealing with the man. She has no feelings. Everything is guaranteed that the man is directing himself.

"I How can I fall in love with him? It's too late to hate him. " The cold words made Zeng Zihang's eyes chase with no way to escape. He bit his lower lip, raised his chin, and looked at Zeng Zihang's eyes full of pain very seriously. "Brother Zihang, you think more about it. There is no emotion between him and me. We are just a trade,...