"No, I've already come to my senses." Su Zixi smiled faintly, her voice slightly hoarse. "This jacket, I was originally going to return it to Su Lianxi. Since you saw it, it's better to return it to its rightful owner directly."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
But Ning Yichen grabbed her wrist.
Su Zixi trembled slightly, looking at him blandly, "What, do you still want to settle scores with me?"
Ning Yichen looked at her calm, indifferent face and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't know why he suddenly reached out to stop her. Settle scores? The jacket was already back in his hands. He had no reason to.
He just had an instinctive feeling that he couldn't let her leave just like that.
Su Zixi, however, didn't want to continue to stalemate with him. She pursed her lips and said, "If there's nothing else, could you let go? My competition is about to start."
"You..." he hesitated to speak.
