Zhou Hengyang finally opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Liu Chun. That gaze... How should he put it? Anyway, Liu Chun could sense sympathy.
Liu Chun wanted to cry. "Hengyang, don't you think I'm the most miserable?"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Hengyang shook his head seriously. "You're not. I am."
"Ah?"
"No, it's not... How is that possible?"
Everyone in the car couldn't help but exclaim.
Long Fang had long observed that Zhou Hengyang was not normal. Gloating, he asked, "Did you break up? Or do you have a crush on that person?" As he spoke, he winked at the magazine.
"I'm married," Zhou Hengyang corrected him again.
"What a pity. Then my sister won't have a chance!" Long Fang's words sounded like pity, but his expression showed no such sentiment.
