At this moment, what he thought of most was Xia Chuqing.
Longing is something that, once planted, slowly takes root and sprouts.
The taste of longing is too bitter; if he could, he would never want to taste it in his life. Even if he didn't taste it, he didn't want her to either.
Shen Chi, on the other hand, looked calm: "Then let me tell you, everything in the group is running normally, and nobody cares about you, so stop overthinking it. Oh, of course, I still care about you."
"Shen Chi, I don't think I've offended you recently." Xiao Mo glared.
He had to wonder if he had inadvertently offended Shen Chi somewhere again. This petty guy really needed some straightening out.
"You only offended me a few years ago." Shen Chi squinted, smiling.
Sure enough, Xiao Mo knew he would remember that incident for a lifetime!
