You Really Don’t Like it?

Di Fuyi could not speak a word.

He pursed his lips and finally said something sincere, "I feel the one I gave you is so much better than this one, regardless of the quality or the design. It’s really nicer than the one you’re wearing, why don’t you put it on and see…"

"I don't like it even if the quality was better." Gu Xijiu interrupted him and terribly hurt his confidence, "Well, it doesn't mean I have to pick it unless I like it. Of course, what you gave is good, but I don't like it. Thanks for your kind offer."

Di Fuyi was speechless.

The moon hung slightly above the sky in the west. It was probably the midnight of the next day as well as her big day to enter adulthood.