Seeing an opportunity, Lin Miaoyin clung to Huo Jian'an's side, "Brother Jian'an, shall we chat for a while?"

"What are we talking about? We don't have anything to talk about." Huo Jian'an suddenly didn't know what to say to Lin Miaoyin, even though he had a lot to say before.

Huo Jianan turned to look at Ye Zhaoyu, who was engrossed in playing chess.

Ye Zhaoyu and Lin Miaoyin have completely different personalities. Lin Miaoyin is often loud and talkative.

Ye Zhaoyu always appeared gentle, quiet, knowledgeable, and courteous, and was known throughout the compound for her tact and propriety in dealing with people.

In the past five years, he passed by his home several times and each time he saw him playing chess with his grandfather in the yard, or sitting quietly reading a book by himself.

Once, a girl who liked him ran up to him and yelled at him, demanding that he get a divorce. She handled it calmly, without any anxiety or anger.

What was he thinking back then? That this pretentious woman must be crying in secret at night.

After the divorce, he learned that Ye Zhaoyu wasn't angry about his affairs, nor was she angry when girls who liked him used to insult her, because she never liked him at all.

"Brother Jian'an!" Lin Miaoyin called out loudly to Huo Jian'an.

Everyone looked at Lin Miaoyin.

Huo Jianan snapped out of his daze. "What did you call me for?"

"Have you fallen for Ye Zhaoyu? Why are you staring at her? You're even mesmerized by her gaze?" Lin Miaoyin pressed her with a barrage of questions.

"No, you're overthinking it. I don't like anyone," Huo Jianan denied.

It's impossible for him to fall in love with Ye Zhaoyu.

He only wanted to take care of her as a younger sister because her mother saved him and she loved him to death and always thought of him. How could it be love?