Song Qiao was taken aback, her gaze falling upon the man's handsome face that carried a hint of fatigue. For some reason, an unusual feeling surfaced in her heart.
It seemed that the man had indeed been waiting here for quite a long time, as there were already several cigarette butts at his feet. He clearly could have gone in to find Ning Wan directly, but he didn't. Instead, he chose to wait outside here.
The words spoken by Ning Wan echoed in her head as if she were whispering them into her ear once again, causing her mood to suddenly become somewhat unusual.
Song Qiao composed the expression on her face before striding over to the man in her high heels. Looking up at his handsome face, she bluntly said, "Xi Mohan, Wanwan does not wish to be with you. By keeping her trapped by your side like this—no matter if you have grown to like her now, or even fallen in love with her—if she truly does not wish to be with you, what you are doing will only backfire in the end."
