Sang Qingran also put down his chopsticks tightly, tightened his fingertips, and clearly saw from Ah He's evasive demeanor and the dullness in her eyes. This was exactly what he had hoped for, yet the pain in his chest was undeniable.
During that meal, he couldn't even tell if he had looked more at Qiaoqiao or at Ah He.
Mr. Sang Senior, after finishing his meal, could only think of playing chess for entertainment, but his poor sportsmanship often led to no one wanting to play with him.
Mr. Sang Senior: "…"
Meng Jiahe sat on the sofa, unable to suppress her laughter, but the next second, as her phone screen lit up, her laughter stopped abruptly.
Shangguan Yuan: "Stood me up again, you said last time you'd make it up to me by fooling around with me?"
Meng Jiahe abruptly turned off the phone screen as if she hadn't seen it, but a second later, the phone rang again.
The caller ID still showed Shangguan Yuan.
She hung up directly!
The call came in again.
She hung up again.
