Zuo Aiai was happily chatting with Ye Anran when she felt a fervent pair of eyes staring at her. She turned her head and saw Ji Nanfeng, who should have left, standing at the doorway again.
In his eyes, why did he have a kind of...deep resentment like a wronged woman in a palace?
She blinked, looking over again carefully.
Ji Nanfeng had a cold indifferent expression now.
She knew she was seeing things wrong!
How was it possible for Ji Nanfeng to have such an expression?
"Didn't you leave?" she asked coldly.
Her cold words made Ji Nanfeng feel as if he was suddenly thrust from warm summer to cold winter, as if cold daggers had slashed through his body. "If you have any problems, you can talk to me too... including about Ye Anran," he suggested gently.
"My Anran married such a good husband who loves her so much, why would she need your help?" Zuo Aiai said indignantly.
"You'll also marry a good husband who will care for you one day" Ji Nanfeng said.
