Lin Tian walked up to him and gave him a hard slap. The guy finally snapped back to reality. Lin Tian was quite helpless: "You don't have to go that far, you almost stretched your neck like a giraffe, didn't even notice me standing right in front of you."
Ning Wenbin wasn't embarrassed at all, instead, he said confidently, "I am about to meet my dream goddess, isn't it normal to be a bit nervous?"
"Alright, you're hopelessly smitten, I'm just going to ignore it, is that okay?" Lin Tian almost raised his middle finger at him. This guy is beyond help, what's so great about Wu Xiuluo? Why can't I see it?
Ning Wenbin said seriously, "Brother Lin Tian, you're right. I'm poisoned by Xiuluo, the poison of love, and she's the only antidote."
"Are you serious?" Lin Tian frowned slightly. He suddenly had a strange thought: why isn't Ning Wenbin like other rich second-generation kids, changing girlfriends every few days and being a playboy? Maybe it would be better for this rich kid.
