In a mont of thought, he ultimately decided to give Dan Youguo a little face, but if Dan Lingling continued to make a fuss, he wouldn’t hold back.
After making up his mind, Di Mingzhe opened the car door.
As soon as Dan Lingling saw him, she was instantly overjoyed and imdiately glared at the guards, scolding, "You dogs that look down on people! See, my senior brother wants to see !"
The guards were very helpless, wanting to mock if she was brainless. It was clear that Di Mingzhe chose to get out of the car because he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, not because he wanted to see her. See her? Did this woman even have a brain?
Di Mingzhe slowly approached, but didn’t co too close, still maintaining so distance.
"Senior brother!" Dan Lingling’s face was flushed with excitent as she forcefully pushed the guards aside and rushed forward.
Di Mingzhe frowned, instinctively taking two steps back as he saw her rush forward.
This obvious action was a slap in the face, plain and simple. Anyone, anyone with a sense of self-awareness, would feel a sudden blow to their spirit, feeling very hurt.
Dan Lingling was no exception. After all, she was proud most of the ti too.
Sure enough, Dan Lingling stopped in her tracks, her facial expression clearly showing how deeply wounded she was.
It was a stark contrast to Di Mingzhe’s cold expression; one with emotional turmoil, the other with not a ripple of expression.
"What does it an to block your car here?" Di Mingzhe finally spoke, his icy, deep voice carrying an intensely daunting pressure.
"I..." Dan Lingling hesitated, lowering her eyes despondently, "I just want to ask you one question."
Upon hearing this, Di Mingzhe slightly narrowed his eyes, almost wanting to laugh. She wanted to ask him a question, what exactly did she want to ask?
Why did she choose this ti to ask, not earlier, nor later?
But Di Mingzhe always acted swiftly and decisively. He raised his hand and expressionlessly glanced at his watch, coldly saying, "You have one minute."
This rciless answer sounded so harsh in Dan Lingling’s ears. It was winter, but his words were even colder than the freezing season.
Di Mingzhe remained expressionless but inwardly wished she would get as far away as possible. He had been as clear-cut as possible with her; what more needed to be said?
Dan Lingling felt a chill spread throughout her body from Di Mingzhe’s heartlessness, leaving her speechless for a mont.
"Forty seconds left." Di Mingzhe checked his watch again, still icy and unflustered.
"Twenty seconds left." Di Mingzhe spoke again, giving enough face to Dan Youguo. Di Xiaxia was about to give birth, yet he had been held up here by her. Hence, this minute was already a considerable courtesy.
"I..." Dan Lingling’s heart ached bitterly, and finally, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Senior brother, I want to ask you, all these years, did you ever have feelings for ? Did you ever like ? Even if only for a second, did you?"
Upon hearing this, Di Mingzhe’s brows instantly furrowed into a knot. She ca, blocked his car, placed her car crosswise on the road to stop him, just to ask this?
"No." Di Mingzhe, always decisive, coldly but unhesitatingly spat out two words in reply.
Dan Lingling was visibly stunned, clearly deeply affected.
But Di Mingzhe impatiently said, "Hurry and move your car. My wife is waiting for at the hospital. If you don’t move it, don’t bla for not giving you even the slightest face."
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