Luo Qianqian hadn't even sat down when her phone rang, it was He Wenyu calling, "I'm already back on the twenty-eighth floor, where are you guys?" His tone was somewhat suppressed.
Luo Qianqian stood up and stood at the door, "Just go straight and then turn right, and you'll see me."
After seeing He Wenyu, Luo Qianqian didn't pull her into the room, but instead kept a distance from the door, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." He Wenyu pretended to be normal, but the sadness in her eyes couldn't be hidden from Luo Qianqian.
"Spill it out, you think you can fool me?" Luo Qianqian straightened her face, serious, "Did you have a fight?"
"He said that, who wouldn't be angry? Why should I listen to him?" Tears fell from He Wenyu's eyes, "What right does he have to say that I'm seeing your senior brother because he's rich and thus selling myself out? And what right does he have to talk about you? What right does he have?"