Even if he was angry or jealous, he should be reasonable.
"You still haven't picked it up?" Bai Yusheng looked at the girl beside him, whose eyes were red as if she was going to cry at any moment. He didn't know why, but his heart ached for her.
But it had nothing to do with love.
It had nothing to do with friendship.
He and Qiao Mianmian weren't friends.
But he could feel that he liked this girl.
When he was with her, he would feel relaxed and happy.
He couldn't help but want to be more intimate with her.
For example, now he wanted to pat her on the head and console her.
Bai Yusheng had always been a man of action. Just as he thought of this, he placed a hand on Qiao Mianmian's head and rubbed it gently. "What's there to be sad about? If your boyfriend didn't pick up your call because he's angry, it shows that he cares a lot about you.
"That's why he's jealous.
