"I won't say it, and I'm not interested in saying it," He Xing's gaze flickered as he sighed inaudibly, "This is between you two, it has nothing to do with me."
Nan Qing watched He Xing walk away, lost in thought. Although He Xing's demeanor was distant, he spoke with measure and never made others uncomfortable.
Moreover, she had seen He Xing kiss Fu Han several times, and even though Fu Han pushed him away each time, Nan Qing felt that Fu Han wasn't truly angry with him.
Putting aside her own feelings for Su Cheng, she genuinely thought that Fu Han and He Xing were a better match. Their interactions were like evenly matched combatants in a verbal sparring, no one completely overwhelmed the other—it was more interesting that way.
Nan Qing's gaze swept across the hall and landed on Xia Ning approaching He Xing again. For some reason, she felt annoyed, finding Xia Ning extremely irritating as if she wished she could drive Xia Ning away.
