Lin Jiao was dumbstruck.
She hadn't expected Song Yang to come on so strong, even having a ring prepared.
What woman doesn't like romance?
Especially since she had just been hurt by Wu Xia, confronted with this sudden happiness, she was, for a moment, moved to tears.
Wu Xia stood there in a daze, an inexplicable sourness welling up in his heart.
He didn't know why, but he had never been able to give Lin Jiao a proper status, let alone happiness for a lifetime.
Yet he thought of monopolizing Lin Jiao, which was far too immoral.
Now, her first love had returned to marry her, which for Lin Jiao, was the best outcome.
Wu Xia, holding back the acute pain in his heart, turned around and walked into his own room.
He knew that if he stayed there, he would cause Lin Jiao to worry.
