"Miss Zhou."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yilin turned to see a hand shot past her face and was placed on the wall behind her.

Seeing the sight of the man trapping the woman against a wall, someone in the distance gasped out in surprise. Wearing a dandiacal smile on his face, Ouyang Yi asked, "Miss Zhou, can you give me Zhong Lin's phone number?"

Zhou Yilin looked at her with an indifferent gaze and spat out a word icily, "No." She then took a step back and detoured around him.

Ouyang Yi followed after her, "Why not?"

"Both of you are not suited for each other," Zhou Yilin said nonchalantly.

"How would you know that we are not suited?" Ouyang Yi grabbed hold of Zhou Yilin's arm.

Zhou Yilin stopped and turned to look at Ouyang Yi before she enunciated her words clearly, "Anyway, I won't like someone like you."

The smile on Ouyang Yi's face faded. He stared at Zhou Yilin and said, "You are not Zhong Lin, how would you know if she would like someone like me or not?" Ouyang Yi deliberately emphasized on the few words, ‘someone like me’.

"Do you think she will listen to your words or mine?" Zhou Yilin asked with a half-smile.

The answer was obvious. Ouyang Yi was at a loss for words; he seemed to have met his match.

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