Xia Pengpeng sat in the car and noticed that Qiao Yucong, who was always chatty, remained silent today.
"Why aren't you talking?" she couldn't help asking.
"I'm afraid you're in a bad mood."
"Why would I be in a bad mood?"
"Right, the one who got rejected is Mu Xingye!" It was as if Qiao Yucong had just realized this.
At that moment, Xia Pengpeng didn't want to talk anymore, turning her head to look out the window.
"I really didn't expect our little friend Xia Pengpeng to have such high standards, that even Young Master Mu isn't good enough."
"We're not from the same world to begin with. To me, he's a fish in the water, and I'm a bird in the sky. I crave freedom, spontaneity, and love is something I've quit long ago. I'll never fall in love again for the rest of my life!"
"It doesn't sound like it's because you don't like him that you rejected him."
"Did you even listen to what I said!" Xia Pengpeng rolled her eyes at Qiao Yucong.
