Almost the instant the elevator doors closed, Ye Wan felt He Sichen's chilling aura dissipate abruptly.
A moment later, it was as if spring had returned to the earth.
Ye Wan turned her head to study He Sichen's impassive handsome face. "You, don't like her?"
He Sichen nodded. "I hate her."
Surprised by his frankness, Ye Wan raised an eyebrow.
Before entering the entertainment circle, Ye Wan had already mentally prepared herself for the future necessity of saying one thing to one person and another to someone else.
After all, those female stars might have been fighting backstage one day, and the next day in front of the cameras, they could cozy up, holding hands and presenting an image of deep sisterly love.
Rarely would someone show their likes and dislikes so openly.
Seeing the amused look on Ye Wan's face,
He Sichen spoke in a deep voice, "I can see all her emotions."
The flattery at the first meeting, the rejection towards Ye Wan,
