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Liang Zhiqiong thought for a moment, stepped forward, grabbed Peng Yuqiu's sleeve with both hands, and hesitated, "Then, come with me."
She had lived for twenty-two years, and in her memory, she could hardly recall saying "sorry" to anyone.
Especially since those few instances had been mostly to Peng Yuqiu.
Peng Yuqiu lowered his head, patted away her hand, and said flatly, "Deal with your own issues."
Liang Zhiqiong's hand hurt, she retracted it, and glared at him angrily.
Yet Peng Yuqiu didn't mind her, retracted his gaze, walked past her, and left.
Without looking back, not even once.
Liang Zhiqiong was so angry she stomped her feet on the spot.
*
After dinner, Mo Shangjun washed the lunchboxes and was heading back with Yan Gui when Mu Cheng stopped her.
"What's up?"
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow.
