"You can't force feelings, just like I can't force myself to like you if I don't, and you can't force me to reciprocate your feelings, Zhao Qingyi. Stop pestering me, and besides, we're not that close, so don't call me so affectionately." He thought to himself that even his own Zhenzhen hadn't called him like that.
Zhao Qingyi finally couldn't hold back her tears and ran out of the law firm. As soon as Zhao Qingyi left, Tan Jia came in with a gossip-hungry face, eager to find out what happened.
"What happened, what's going on, why did she run out crying?"
His gossipy demeanor was very nosy, but it suited his character well.
Pei Ziyu was somewhat puzzled. "With your personality, I can't understand how He Yiran would fancy you."
"It's because I'm handsome, stylish, and deep," Tan Jia replied before adding, "Why are you talking about me? We're discussing your issue here. What's up with Zhao Qingyi?"