"Ha, so you think the same." Song Xirou laughed at herself with a bitter smile on her face. "So, everyone thinks I like Quan Jingwu. I don't even know. What exactly did I do to make all of you believe that the person I, Song Xirou, like must be Quan Jingwu?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Ruohan frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Ruohan, think about it, have I, Song Xirou, ever confessed to you face-to-face that I like Quan Jingwu? Did I?" Song Xirou held her chest, a trace of sadness in her eyes.
Chu Ruohan looked at her with suspicion, speaking coldly, "So what if you haven't? Who knows what you're thinking? Moreover, if it's not because you like Jingwu, why do you keep sticking to the Quan family, trying to please them?"
"It's not like that, not at all." Song Xirou's eyes reddened, she tossed her hands and raised her voice, "Why should I like Quan Jingwu just because you all do?"
