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Shu Pan was a bit confused. What was happening now? She turned her head to look at the unfamiliar man, about to speak, but he beat her to it. “Did you see that? This is my girlfriend. So, we’re not a good match, and besides, you’re not my type. ”

“But… I really like you. Nobody likes you more than I do,” the girl cried with teary eyes, evoking a sense of pity.

Shu Pan was taken aback, glancing around, trying to figure out how to explain.

‘You like me, but I can’t do anything about it. I was born with this charm. I can’t like every person who likes me, otherwise, I’d be too busy. And I already have a girlfriend, so you don’t need to like me anymore!” The man lazily smiled, not a hint of remorse in his expression.

Shu Pan turned her head to look at the man, his face seemingly capable of causing chaos. He appeared to be a womanizer.

She looked at the girl with a touch of sympathy, momentarily forgetting that she was caught in the crossfire.

Now she was just being used as a shield by the man.

The girl cried even harder, glancing at Shu Pan with reddened eyes, then turned and ran out.

Suddenly, silence settled in. Shu Pan was a beat behind, realizing that the leading lady had left. She didn’t know what to explain now.

“Thank you!” The man continued to hold her hand, still not letting go, then he winked at her with a smile, “You know, with a face like mine, this kind of situation happens a few times every day. Sometimes, being handsome is just troublesome.”

Suddenly, Shu Pan found herself speechless in the face of this thick-skinned man. Her previous sadness was diluted quite a bit.

Could there be anyone more self-absorbed than this person?

Shu Pan had probably figured out what had just happened. She calmly said,

“Since nothing is going on now, can you let go and let me leave?”

Wen Chi was momentarily stunned, as if he hadn’t expected a woman who saw him would want to leave so quickly. Did his charm decline? Or was this woman playing hard to get?

A hint of playfulness flashed in his almond-shaped eyes. Instead of letting go, he grinned slyly, “Miss, are you single?”

Shu Pan frowned, looking at him with a puzzled expression. Her gaze seemed to be scrutinizing someone who might be mentally unstable, “Why does it matter to you whether I’m single or not?”

Could this narcissist have escaped from a psychiatric ward? Was he wearing a white coat and pretending to be a doctor here?

Just as she was contemplating whether to call for help, there was suddenly movement at the door. Then, the partially open door was forcefully pushed open.

Tong Fei, clad in designer clothes, entered Shu Pan’s line of sight.

Watching their intimate interaction, Tong Fei’s smile was full of meaning. But Shu Pan felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss, shivering with cold.

Their eyes met, and in Tong Fei’s gaze, Shu Pan saw a sense of schadenfreude. Shu Pan’s heart trembled slightly. She was about to open her mouth to explain, but she hesitated. What was there to explain? She wasn’t anything to her anyway.

“Shu Pan, we’re meeting again so soon, and in this situation no less. You’re quite impressive, getting to know such a suave and extraordinary young talent. I must truly admire you,” Tong Fei said with a smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

A flame of anger ignited in Shu Pan’s heart, her hands clenched tightly, struggling to endure.

Wen Chi, carefree as he was, detected an unusual tension between the two women. His long, narrow eyes squinted, and a hint of interest swiftly flickered.

He suddenly pulled Shu Pan closer, his big hand resting on her waist, and he smiled tenderly, “Darling? Your friend?”