"Huh, when did she ever say she wants to be with you?" He Zeqing interjected sharply, cutting off Qi Jianyi who was about to open her mouth to say something. His gaze was filled with disdain as it rested on his so-called friend.
The sheer audacity of Song Chengfeng—his confidence so inflated and his arrogance so brazen—was enough to make He Zeqing feel secondhand embarrassment.
How could someone be so full of himself?
Meanwhile, He Zejin, the unusually quiet and forgotten presence in the room, stood stunned by Song Chengfeng's boldness.
He had heard rumors of someone daring to pursue his cousin, but no one had prepared him for this level of shamelessness.
"Did I talk to you? No? Then shut up," Song Chengfeng snapped with irritation, his patience wearing thin.
He could barely tolerate the sound of He Zeqing's overly protective tone, which grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
