Feng Yuyue touched his chin, putting on a show of deep contemplation as he nodded: "That makes sense."
"Then why not stop struggling and just be with her? Since Qiao Yuetong doesn't like you anyway, there's no point in pestering her."
As Han Yingying spoke, she observed Qiao Yuetong's expression, saw her complexion change, but then pretend to calm herself by drinking her coffee to hide it, and couldn't help but snicker inwardly.
The beautiful Qiao has fallen.
"But I still like Yuetong, and I don't want to give up so easily," Feng Yuyue said, his face showing reluctance as he looked at Qiao Yuetong. "Can you really not be my girlfriend?"
"I can't."
"Even if I'm with other women, it doesn't matter to you?"
"It doesn't matter." She said that, but Qiao Yuetong's grip on the cup tightened involuntarily, a hint of frustration flashed through her mind, and her mood suddenly soured.
