After Ran Dongkui left, Qin Yi stepped forward, approaching Ran Yu, "Xiaoyu, don't misunderstand."
"Misunderstand what?" Ran Yu was confused.
"Yu Rou and I had actually broken up a long time ago."
Ran Yu rolled her eyes, "Qin Yi, I'm really curious, what kind of people are your parents?"
"What do you mean?" Qin Yi was somewhat baffled.
"What kind of parents can raise someone like you who's so full of himself, doesn't understand what others say, and only lives in his own world?"
Qin Yi's face turned ugly, "Xiaoyu, I'm truly just concerned about you, why must you..."
Ran Yu: "Fine, then I will give you a chance. Tell me, why do you suddenly care so much about me?"
Qin Yi opened his mouth, and under the light, his scholarly face gradually reddened.
Clearly, Ran Yu was only nineteen years old, three years younger than him...
But for some reason, in front of her, he always felt nervous, restless, and even a bit helpless...
