At the touch of the flame, smoke immediately began to swirl.
Taking a deep drag of the nicotine he rarely enjoyed, Qin Fan said without turning his head, "Thanks!"
"When did you start smoking?" The person behind him adopted a natural demeanor, starting the conversation with a light laugh.
"Is there something you need? If so, get to the point!" Turning around, Qin Fan looked at Xu Jiayi's familiar face and spoke expressionlessly.
"Do you hate me?" Xu Jiayi hesitated for a moment before biting her lip.
"I'm not particularly fond of you," Qin Fan said, pursing his lips.
"Is it because I didn't step up and stand by you just now? Qin Fan, just like Yuchen, I wanted to stand up for you. But I know my own limits, so I hope you can understand!" A pitifully wronged expression appeared in her eyes as Xu Jiayi met Qin Fan's gaze.
"Heh." Shaking his head with a carefree smile, Qin Fan said, "You're overthinking things."
With that, he made a move to leave the champagne table.
