Her face turned red again.
His large hand naturally patted her on the head, like an older brother, yet also like an intimate lover.
She pursed her lips and was just about to voice her dissatisfaction, but suddenly realized—wasn't she supposed to be in a cold war with him?
What was she even competing over?
She furrowed her brows.
Lin Jiajing's words had just been spoken, ringing in her heart like an alarm: If someone treats you well and you don't seize it, chances are someone else is already waiting for him to turn around. Your stubbornness is only hurting yourself.
She had long known that his mother had set him up with another woman. She'd seen it with her own eyes—the other woman, so beautiful and so exceptional. What exactly was she doing!
Suddenly, confusion and frustration washed over her again.
