Tang Xinrou sat down unwillingly, her eyes red with anger.
She gnashed her teeth. "If An Feiran dares to rekindle his old feelings for Song Jingwan, I'll castrate him!"
Even if she didn't want him, she couldn't let that faker get away with it!
"You can't just look at the surface of everything." Song Yaoyao propped up her chin and raised her eyebrows. "Occasionally, you have to learn to look through the surface to see the problem."
"What problem?"
Tang Xinrou felt wronged. "I've looked from side to side, up and down! All I see is An Feiran, that stinky man, having a good conversation with that faker! Don't I look good? He didn't even look for me tonight!"
"How dare he brush me aside! We need to have a proper talk."
Song Yaoyao gently knocked on her forehead. "Be more patient. Before you have any evidence, don't be blinded by anything. Otherwise, you might regret it for the rest of your life."
