Song Qiao was taken aback, her gaze landing on the man's handsome face that bore a hint of fatigue. For some reason, an unusual feeling surfaced in her heart.
It seemed this man had indeed been waiting here for a long time, with several cigarette butts already fallen at his feet. Clearly, he could have gone in to find Ning Wan, but he didn't. Instead, he chose to wait outside.
The words Ning Wan had said echoed in her mind, as if she was whispering them into her ear all over again, making her mood suddenly turn a bit peculiar.
Song Qiao composed her facial expression, then walked up to the man in her high heels, looking up at his handsome face and spoke, "Xi Mohan, Wanwan doesn't want to be with you. Keeping her by your side like this, even if you've come to like or even love her now, will only backfire if she truly doesn't want to be with you."
