Qi Zeyi's brows were tightly knotted, his eyes filled with impatience as he coldly regarded Qin Manxiang. He intended to ask her, what does it matter to you whether or not I like her?
But considering Qin Manxiang's crazed tendencies, he feared a harsh response would provoke her to cause trouble for Shen Yanhe.
So, suppressing the impatience in his heart, he said coldly, "No."
Qin Manxiang stared intensely into his eyes, suspicion all over her face, "Really? Then why do you keep speaking up for that slut?"
As soon as she spoke, Qin Manxiang realized she had somewhat lost her composure.
She took a deep breath, and the twisted expression on her face softened, forcing an ugly smile as she took two steps towards Qi Zeyi and reached out to hold his hand, "Zeyi, I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to lose my temper at you; it's just that I love you so much, I care about you so deeply. I can't stand to see you being so nice to other girls."
