"Fang Yusheng, did you like someone when you were young?"
Qiao Jiusheng's question shocked Fang Yusheng a little, and he blurted out, "You know?"
What he meant was: You know you're that person?
Unfortunately, their thoughts were not on the same path, and they misunderstood each other.
Qiao Jiusheng's heart was cold as if she had just taken it out of the fridge.
Yeah, I know that.
Her heart ached.
Although she had already told herself not to be calculative with the so-called white moonlight in Fang Yusheng's heart, it was one thing to understand rationally and another to be jealous deep down. At this moment, Qiao Jiusheng more or less understood how Fang Yusheng felt on the day Fang Mu was killed when she had turned away from him to look at Fang Mu.
He was really unhappy!
