With a pitiful look on her face, An Xin said in a nasally voice, "Qing, you should know that I returned from abroad for you and I also gave up the opportunity to walk in Fashion Week for your sake."
Tang Qing rubbed his temples because of his headache. "An Xin, you don't have to pin your hopes on me."
"Qing, must you be so ruthless to me?"
'Ruthless?'
Staring at her coldly, Tang Qing wondered, 'Who's the ruthless one?'
An Xin was getting a little spooked by the way he was staring at her. With an awkward smile, she said, "Qing, as long as you're not married, I won't give up on you."
Yan Jinyi was reading it quietly. If they were all still young, she might have been touched by those words and go on to advise Tang Qing.
Unfortunately, they were all adults.
"Sister An Xin, you're so nice to Mr. Tang. Mr. Tang, I'm almost moved to tears."
As she spoke, Yan Jinyi rubbed the corner of her eye, as if she really meant her words.
