Thus, the dinner ended in displeasure.
Afterward, they signed the contract, borrowed fifteen billion, and each went their own way, returning to their respective homes.
On the car ride, Zhou Jiajia couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "An Qi, tell me the truth, do you like Yifan?"
"Him? The lecher? How could I possibly like him?" An Qi answered evasively, extremely nervous inside.
She had been on tenterhooks earlier and didn't expect to be questioned.
Just as nervous was Yifan, who was driving; at that moment, he truly feared that Jiajia, upon learning the truth, would fly into a rage or worse, become despondent and do something foolish.
"An Qi, you can't deny it anymore, your expression has already betrayed you!" Zhou Jiajia retorted with a heavy heart.
Ever since An Qi returned from the island, she felt something was off, always feeling that An Qi was hiding something from her; and to think that it was this matter, it truly devastated her.
