"Ha." Nangong Xiao smiled, the corners of her lips lifting slightly with a bit of sarcasm. She tilted her head and retorted, "Di Yimo, do you have to be so narcissistic? Who said I don’t like you because of the family status issue? I just don’t like you. I think I’ve already made it clear enough, haven’t I? Is it your comprehension ability or my expression ability that’s the problem? How many times do I have to say it for you to understand?"
Nangong Xiao’s words were extremely direct and merciless, forcing Di Yimo to suspect whether she was speaking the truth, yet he still refused to believe it.
Whether he was unwilling to believe it or truly didn’t believe it, he couldn’t really tell.
"Really?" Staring at her eyes, he couldn’t help but ask the question once again, feeling like a fool as soon as he uttered it.
Nangong Xiao took a deep breath, a bit helpless with his persistence and inexplicably somewhat sentimental, but ultimately, Nangong Xiao firmly nodded, "Yes, really, Di Yimo, I truly don’t like you, I only see you as a brother. Let go, let go, and we can both be well; maybe we can still be friends."
Di Yimo’s deep eyes quickly turned cold and dark, and only after a long time did he hoarsely utter a single word, "Okay."
Nangong Xiao’s bright eyes also dimmed a little, and she quickly lowered her gaze, saying, "Then I’ll go in."
With those words, she raised her foot and ruthlessly brushed past him, but unexpectedly, her hand was still held tightly by Di Yimo, forcefully.
Nangong Xiao widened her eyes in surprise, turned her eyes back in panic, only to see his deep eyes without any waves, like a dry well.
"You..." Nangong Xiao had just uttered a word when Di Yimo interrupted her, "I’m going to your house for dinner."

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