"Song Qingchun, tell me, how does it feel to have your stuff taken away again?"
Before Qin Yinan could understand the earlier question, another puzzle appeared. Steal? What has Tang Nuan stolen from Song Song?
Qin Yinan felt like he was watching the climax of a television drama; the explosive revelations came one after another, and he could barely keep up.
"To tell you frankly, I do not love Qin Yinan, but I did not reject him when he confessed his love to me, do you know why?"
As Tang Nuan uttered that question, the past memories flashed across Qin Yinan's mind. Throughout the years, he had confessed many times to her, but every time, she would lower her head, flash a nervous smile, and tell him that she still needed time before she could give him an answer.
Since she had said that, there was no reason for him not to believe her. He had never suspected that her words had a hidden meaning to it.
