Nan Qiao did not feel sad because of this sentence. Instead, she curled her lips into a smile that was more or less evil.
"You can continue being stubborn."
"In any case, no matter what you think, I treat you as a friend. You took the initiative first."
Huo Yichen: …
"Lame." Huo Yichen strode away with his hands in his pockets. His black hair was suffused with gentle brown-gold under the warm sun, and his ears were slightly red.
After school in the afternoon, Murong Chen came to pick up Nan Qiao as usual. Nan Qiao was already used to this kind of behavior. If he did not let Murong Chen pick her up, he would think too much. In that case, she should just let Murong Chen pick her up.
With Nan Hao's words, everyone no longer looked at Nan Qiao with envy when they saw her get into the luxury car. Instead, their faces were filled with disdain.
What was there to be envious of? They really looked down on her.
