The train station was bustling with people. As the train pulled into the station, passengers queued to pass through the gates. Yao Zibao went to find the tall and handsome guy who hadn't returned yet. Jun Ye held Shen Jiayin's hand and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"Did the things Baobao said he heard bother you?"
"No."
She had heard enough of Shen Jiahui's rumors. Shen Jiahui's parents didn't care, so why should she? Therefore, to her, the news was basically in one ear and out the other. If a person acts in a way that eventually no one bothers anymore, that person is beyond saving.
"Very good." He patted her head with one hand. He was even more unwilling to see her implicated by inexplicable people.
Upon hearing his words, she tilted her head back slightly, squinting a little: "Am I, am I a saint?"
