Although Yan Qi said these words with a smile, his tone was still calm, and he was simply stating the facts.
Fu Shang's fingers subconsciously tightened.
Her heart ached uncontrollably for a while. It was thickly dotted, as if someone had stabbed her with needles. It was not the kind of pain that one could not bear.
But it couldn't be ignored.
"I'm sorry," she said.
Fu Shang murmured.
In every world, Xiao Tiantian was stubborn and gentle, but she had never thought that stubborn people were usually born with a deep sense of insecurity.
And she never seemed to let him feel at ease.
Fu min fell into deep self-loathing.
She liked little Tian Tian, but she had never thought of loving him deeply, nor had she ever thought of giving anything in return.
Fu Shang suddenly understood.
What that person wanted was her blatant favoritism.
