"..."
Jiang Nuan suddenly lost her composure.
Xu Qingrong saw her utterly surprised reaction and the frustration in her chest suddenly dissipated. She giggled and said, "Seeing this, I feel much better. I was quite depressed after being rejected and humiliated, but knowing the man who rejected me was also rejected by someone else, well, how should I put it, it's not too bad!"
Jiang Nuan looked at her in astonishment, wondering if her alternating laughter and tears meant she had a mental breakdown?
Xu Qingrong said, "You're thinking I've overreacted to the point of frying my brain."
"..."
Was it that obvious?
Xu Qingrong, "Very obvious! It's all written on your face."
Jiang Nuan looked at her in shock, smacking her lips, "If I didn't know your profession, I'd think you were a psychologist."
Xu Qingrong seemed like she could read Jiang Nuan's mind; without saying a word, she knew everything just by observing her expressions.
