Hearing this, Qian Liang's face was a picture of speechlessness, "Young Master Qiao, don't you think your taste is really bad?"
He genuinely couldn't figure out how Qiao Ran could have fallen for Zhang Xianxian.
Everyone says Zhang Xianxian is the school beauty of Qingzhong School.
But Qian Liang had always felt that Zhang Xianxian was not worthy of the title of school beauty.
Qiao Ran narrowed his eyes and just looked at Qian Liang, "Are you sure it's my taste that's bad, and not that you're blind?"
Qian Liang was blind to Zhang Xianxian's good points, and it was also his blindness that made him think Lin Wu was his goddess.
Qian Liang seemed to want to retort something, but he swallowed his words at the last minute and changed the subject, "Since you like your birthmark so much, has she ever given you a clear response?"
"I've never officially confessed, so why should she respond?" Qiao Ran retorted.
"Giving her roses isn't a confession?" Qian Liang continued.