"Do you smile like this with every man you meet for the first time?" Yi Weilin leaned on the sofa and raised his eyebrows, seeming a little displeased.
He Miao's face froze and she was confused. She couldn't figure out what this man meant. Senior sister Zhang Lu always taught her that it doesn't matter if she doesn't know how to speak, but she must know the art of laughing. As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. If you don't know how to speak in social situations, you must be able to laugh. But the cold man in front of him didn't seem to accept this trick.