Outside the door, Ji Ziling felt a schadenfreude rise within her, the smile at the corners of her mouth growing even stronger. Sure enough, they were about to argue.
However, the words that Mu Qian said next were like a resounding slap across Ji Ziling's face.
Mu Qian stepped forward, sat down in front of Wen Jiaren, and reached out to tightly hold her hand, regardless of whether she was willing, "What Ji Ziling told me doesn't matter, what matters is what you said."
Outside the door, the smug smile on Ji Ziling's pallid face froze when she heard these words. She never expected Mu Qian to say something like this.
This Mu Qian, he was no longer the senior brother she knew. The senior brother she was acquainted with would never be so unprincipled.
Ji Ziling understood very well that even if she rushed in now and won the argument with Wen Jiaren, it would be meaningless because Mu Qian had no place for her in his heart, so no matter what the truth was, he didn't care.
