Ling Momo felt the rage burning within her. She halted in her tracks, slowly turned around, and her pitch-black, shining pupils flitted past Jian Chenxi, finally settling on Lu Niange's face. A faint cold light flickered in her eyes, "Lu Niange, don't you think what you just said is particularly funny?"
Lu Niange looked at her with bright, tender eyes, steady and unwavering.
Ling Momo's face was expressionless, but seeing Lu Niange's familiar and tender gaze, she truly couldn't understand what game he was playing. He was once so cold and heartless towards her, and now what's this charade of infatuation?
Ling Momo couldn't help but let out a scoff, "Lu Niange, have you gone mad? I really don't understand what got into you tonight! Don't tell me you've forgotten that you and I no longer have anything to do with each other!"
