Seeing it was Qin Shaojin, Shu Cunyu answered but didn't speak; the matter with Mengmeng had been clarified, bringing some awkwardness.
Qin Shaojin said, "Uncle, Wen Nuan's wedding dress vanished mysteriously. I don't want any further ties with Mengmeng, as one must let go of the deceased."
"Wen Nuan's wedding dress missing, what's it got to do with me?" Shu Cunyu said solemnly before hanging up the call!
He lowered his head to look at Ai Ai.
Ai Ai looked at Shu Cunyu, her eyes evasive.
She wasn't particularly willing to get close to him.
Shu Cunyu looked at Ai Ai, feeling a pang of hurt inside, and his breathing grew increasingly labored. All of this was his fault; he had wronged both Mengmeng and Ai Ai!
Ai Ai returned to her room, sitting gloomily inside.
He didn't like it here at all, and preferred staying at Mr. Huo's place, yet—
Thinking about the medicine he took from Mr. Huo, he felt Mr. Huo must hate him, so he lowered his head and looked at his feet and shoes.
