"Oh. It's okay. I know he doesn't care for me." Zeng Rou smiled self-mockingly.
"No. Miss Zeng, President Su feels… torn. As a friend, he's supposed to come and see you, but… he's afraid to give you wrong ideas and get your hopes up. He doesn't want to hurt you."
An was an honest man, but it was awkward to speak the obvious.
Finally, Zeng Rou got angry.
"You tell Su Yu, even if he wants to marry me, I won't marry him. Don't think he's the only good man in the whole world. Narcissism is an illness; he needs to seek treatment for it."
"Okay, I'll tell him that when I get back," An said honestly.
Zeng Rou was even more furious.
"Miss Zeng, do you want to eat some fruits? Shall I wash one for you?"
"No. Just put them down." Zeng Rou waved her hand, feeling impatient with An.
"What do you want to eat? I'll go and buy it for you."
