"Lanlan, I really have something important to tell you. If you don't want to have breakfast with me, then let's talk somewhere quiet next to us, okay?"
Jiang Tao reached out to pull her, but Zhao Xinlan shook off his hand.
"Director Jiang, speak if you have something to say. There's no need for pulling and dragging—I'm not deaf."
Sometimes, Zhao Xinlan felt she was really crazy.
When she loved Jiang Tao, she loved him so recklessly, so hopelessly, that she wouldn't listen to anyone else's advice, including that of her best friend, Su Ruoan.
Everyone around her said that Jiang Tao was not the man to entrust her life to.
But what about Zhao Xinlan?
She was the type who wouldn't turn back until she hit a wall.
You could tell her a hundred times that it wasn't right, but it would be less convincing than letting her hit that wall herself.
In the end, Su Ruoan stopped advising her and convinced herself with that very same saying.
