"I know, this is your private affair, and I shouldn't get involved." Jiao Yang placed the sunglasses he was fiddling with onto the table, "If it's because of me, I can help explain to Leng Zimo."
"No need." Luo Xiaoqian put down the cup in her hand, "This has nothing to do with you, it's an issue between the two of us. I'll find a way to solve it myself. If you step in, it would only cause more trouble."
Jiao Yang is a good man, she really doesn't want to owe him any more favors.
Sitting across the table and watching Luo Xiaoqian, noticing her eyes visibly bloodshot and filled with veins, Jiao Yang felt a pang of heartache.
Five years ago, when Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo announced their engagement to the public, his heart was full of blessings.
