In the kitchen, Qian Yikun didn't say anything to refute her.
Ding Ning leaned against the sofa and looked at Mo Fei. They all said that she was a low-quality version of Mo Fei. In fact, there were many times when she couldn't compare to Mo Fei.
For example, now.
"Aren't you afraid that Qian Yikun will be angry?"
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why would I be afraid that he will be angry?"Mo Fei said matter-of-factly.
Ding Ning:"..."
"Let me tell you, if he really loved you, he wouldn't have made you feel this kind of cautious and afraid that he would get angry..."
"I didn't --"
"You don't have to deny it. I dare say that you didn't even dare to say anything harsh to him when you ran out."Mo Fei raised her eyebrows slightly with an expression that said, "I understand.".
Ding Ning:"..."
This could be said to be very heart-wrenching.
