Sun Aoyu's face, which had been calm, suddenly contorted into an ugly grimace of anger when he heard those words. She wasn't interested in him?
Who was he?
He was the number one genius of the Capital, coveted by countless proud daughters of the heavens who wished to marry him and wouldn't mind serving him night after night. And yet, there was a woman who looked down on him? Who wasn't interested?
For the first time, Sun Aoyu felt annoyed. Wherever he went, he would cause a commotion of screams akin to that of a superstar's presence.
His eyes alone were a lethal weakness for many women. Since Duan Yanran's arrival, she had only spared him two glances. Could it be that he truly couldn't attract her?
Sun Aoyu's heart suffered an unprecedented blow, feeling looked down upon for the first time.