"Her medical internship qualifications have been finalized; she's preparing to go abroad for further studies. That's all she said."
"Going abroad for further studies?" Yue Feng's tone carried a hint of heaviness.
"Yes! Probably for a good few years!"
"..."
After a long pause, Yue Feng coldly replied "Mm" and hung up the phone.
Jing Yiren curled her lips, put away her phone, and gave Shang Haohao a faint smile.
"I still think you should take your time and not rush to leave. This world has plenty of good men besides Yue Feng. If Yue Feng didn't choose you, it's his loss. Someday, he'll realize how wonderful a girl he once had in front of him but never cherished."
Saying this, Jing Yiren held Shang Haohao's hand.
"..." Shang Haohao knew Jing Yiren was comforting her, and she forced a faint smile.
"Mm, I know."
The first time Yue Feng gave her money, she had already decided not to bother him—after all, they weren't from the same world.
