"Jiang Xingnan, you better not have feelings for me!" Sun Jiamu waved her hands frantically. She looked frightened. "You're not my type."
"Did you hear that? She isn't even interested in you." Wu Jiatong smiled mockingly.
Jiang Xingnan's gaze swept past Fang Xinxin's figure. His long eyelashes formed a shadow on his face. "It's fine as long as I'm interested in her."
As Fang Xinxin was standing with Sun Jiamu, everyone assumed that he was speaking about Sun Jiamu.
Jiang Xingnan's follower, Yu Liang, shook his head by the side. "Brother Nan, when did you become so…"
"The things you can't obtain are often the best," Jiang Xingnan spoke arrogantly.
However, the feeling of being hurt was gradually consuming him.
He was young and had never dated before. It seemed like he was now gradually learning to love.
