Song Yaoyao did not like to fuss over many things, but that did not mean that she could really shake hands with Song Jingwan and make peace.
Especially since Song Jingwan even acted like a tolerant big sister.
"Yaoaoy... if you have something to say, let's sit down and talk, okay?"
Song Wenchuan chased after her. He pulled Song Yaoyao's arm and gently coaxed her, "If you don't want to see Jingwan, I'll tell her to go, okay? It's my fault for what happened today. I'm sorry, don't be angry."
"I'm not angry."
She suddenly felt amused.
Sometimes, she hated her rationality. She should have been more unreasonable.
Or she should have acted like Song Jingwan who was so selfish that she couldn't see anyone but herself.
But she wasn't Song Jingwan.
"You go back and eat. I'm leaving."
She was so strong that Song Wenchuan couldn't hold her back. He watched helplessly as she brushed off his hand and turned around to leave.
