Di Mingchen sat on the edge of the sofa, glanced around, and it seemed he could still hear the teasing and laughing voices of Nangong Ran and the others.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and felt quite stifled in his heart.
Actually, he had his own stance on this matter. He felt no sympathy for An Xin, and he had seen through her very clearly. He understood An Xin's intentions well.
From the beginning, he had told Nangong Ran, and he had said it publicly too, that he only loved Nangong Ran and wanted to marry her. Yet Nangong Ran insisted on leaving in a fit of anger, which made him feel somewhat awkward, awkwardly thinking that Nangong Ran didn't love him that much.
Later, he kept silent because he thought if Gu Qibao and the others wanted to tear An Xin apart, then let them. Perhaps tearing her apart would make them feel better.
So he didn't speak and just watched coldly. Wasn't his stance clear enough?
