As soon as You Su spoke the word "like," He Kongyue's fist pounded onto the table.
The table shook slightly, and the water in the teacup spilled out.
He Kongyue's beautiful eyes glared at You Su, panting, as if she was extremely agitated.
This unparalleled nobleman was losing his composure in front of others for the first time.
You Su seemed a little innocent, probing:
"What's going on, Mr. He?"
"You!"
He Kongyue was annoyed by You Su's oblivion, but still didn't want to believe this blind person could be so blindly oblivious:
"The 'like' you mentioned... do you mean the kind of respect and admiration juniors have for seniors?"
You Su was silent for a moment, seeming to question himself honestly, and admitted:
"That's right."
He Kongyue's tightly clenched fist finally relaxed a bit, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but You Su's next sentence made her hit the table again in anger.
