Why?
This question made Jiang Yu fall into silence. He frowned slightly. With one hand on the desk and the other still holding the empty cup, he seemed to be in deep thought.
Jing Tong waited for a while but did not get an answer, and her heart felt even more stifled.
She raised her head and took in the man's thoughtful expression.
"Is this a difficult question?" She suddenly sneered and asked in a hoarse voice.
Only then did Jiang Yu look at her. After a moment of hesitation, he said slowly, " "I don't know how to explain it."
Jing Tong put her feet on the chair. This position not only made it convenient for her to hug her knees, but also gave her a sense of security.
"Explain it however you think." She looked up at him, her tone unconsciously tinged with ridicule.
