Before she finished speaking, she started coughing until her eyes became teary.
Huo Ningxi did not feel comfortable looking at her. During this time, Song Jingwan had lost a lot of weight. Her palm-sized face was pale, her dark hair hung down against her cheeks, and when she smiled, her eyes curved in a gentle and kind manner.
But she also looked pitiful.
"Couldn't you have given me a call?" He furrowed his brows.
"I..."
Song Jingwan lowered her head. Clenching her fists, she laughed bitterly. "I thought you didn't care about me anymore. After all, Yaoyao doesn't like me. You—"
"What does this have to do with her?" Huo Ningxi was annoyed at the mention of Song Yaoyao.
But this clearly proved that Song Yaoyao was different to him.
