Chu Xinian's confident expression froze for a moment, followed by an awkward cough.
Looking at it this way, he really wasn't the mature and calm man he imagined himself to be. He had always understood the difference between love and indifference distinctly, yet he pretended not to know.
"Yi Ren, you're... different."
"Hmph, say whatever you like."
Qin Yiren didn't plan to trust him, but she wouldn't throw a tantrum over this matter.
After all, they were no longer engaged. Even if the man and Ji Manman were entangled, she had no right or position to criticize his actions.
Yet her heart felt some added gloom. She languidly caught the scent of food wafting in from outside the door.
Probably because she had vomited quite severely earlier, this time Qin Yiren preemptively took two sips of mineral water, finally avoiding a repeat of her recent embarrassment.
"Sir, your dinner order has arrived."
