Wushuang's purple eyes sank slightly, looking at Kaka in disbelief. Had he gone mad?
When a girlfriend calls in the middle of the night for a roll call and a woman answers the phone, the second time she calls, any clever man would know to give some perfunctory response, not to take it seriously, not to tell the truth—or they'd risk offending their girlfriend even more.
Kaka was also a man, no exception, yet he had told the truth. To say she wasn't surprised would be a lie.
Wushuang played her game nonchalantly. Sometimes she couldn't understand Kaka's thoughts. Was he really that oblivious to women's feelings, or was he just too lazy to care, whether it was her or Fang Jiaqi?
It seemed nobody would have it easy in front of his candid attitude, and Wushuang even felt some sympathy for Fang Jiaqi.
