Sweet young artist × composed, scheming CEO
Zhang Qiaozhi couldn’t stand her evasive attitude. His right hand, which had been wrapped around Cheng Li’s waist, moved when he saw her trying to avoid the subject. He turned her head back, pressed his hand firmly against the back of her fair neck, and held her in place so she had to face him. “Lili, don’t avoid the question.”
They can only make up once the misunderstanding has been cleared up.
