Hearing this, Shi Beiyu raised his eyebrows and pretended to be dumb, “I didn’t say anything to her, and I didn’t ask her to say anything to Xiang Qiuci.”
Leng jiuchen snorted, “Stop pretending!”
Shi beiyu burst into laughter, “Why did you say these things all of a sudden? Could it be that you... really mean it to her?”
When he said the word ‘really’, Shi Beiyu’s tone was filled with mockery.
Leng jiuchen frowned unhappily, “Whether you’re sincere or not, don’t interfere anymore.”
Shi Beiyu sighed helplessly and looked at him with a serious expression, “Ah Jiu, you should move on. Don’t let the past become a hindrance. Besides, you... are going to marry the president’s daughter after all. Why do you have to provoke her?”
Leng Jiuchen took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa with a cold expression, “Don’t care about this. Take care of your injuries.”
After saying this, he turned around coldly and disappeared from the door.
