"Impossible! Zhuo Lin, do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? You're someone who is passionate about design—you would never do something like that. That's the very thing you've always despised the most." Yu Feixue couldn't believe it.
Zhuo Lin smiled bitterly and pushed his plate to the side.
"I never expected that the person who understands me the most in this world is you. I've always just thought of you as one of my juniors. Life truly has a sense of irony."
He Weng took a sip of red wine. The food here was truly delicious, and this bottle of wine—it was the kind his friend had recommended last time, ridiculously expensive, but worth a try.
"Since Feixue believes you're not that kind of person, then I trust her judgment. If you're in some kind of trouble, we can figure out a way to help you together."
He never judged people by their appearances.
Since Yu Feixue trusted this Zhuo Lin so much, he ought to adopt a more approachable attitude as well.
