However, it was the truth that Mo Fei hated with a vengeance.
The root of her hatred was that Ye Cong was right about this.
She was from the same world as Ye Cong, so Ye Cong could pinpoint the root of her problem.
Ye Cong looked at Mo Fei. "Mo Fei, people like us are destined to never have anyone by our side."
"That's you." Mo Fei instinctively retorted. She did not like hearing that. She hated it, very much.
Ye Cong was not angry. At least, he would not be angry over something like this.
"To you, Qian Yikun can help you get rid of your loneliness, but you can't integrate yourself into his world. Their kind of sanctimonious world." Ye Cong waved the phone in his hand.
Even his hand movements irked Mo Fei.
Qian Yikun was definitely not the kind of person that Ye Cong described him to be.
However, in these few days, she tried her best, but she still could not accept Qian Yikun's actions.
