Wen Meimei turned her head to look at his mournful handsome face, consoling him, "Stinky Tangguo, Ruochu told me that she just went to talk to An Ling. She said she doesn't love An Ling."
"Heh..." Tang Yuxin forced a bitter laugh, his deep eyes clouded with gloom.
He suddenly got up and left.
Wen Meimei hurriedly followed him. "Where are you going?"
"I thought she left me because I got drunk and wrecked her body... I was being presumptuous..." Tang Yuxin's appearance, wanting to cry but no tears coming out, was like that of a pitiful person whose soul had suddenly been sucked out.
Wen Meimei froze in place, suddenly at a loss for what to say.
Other people's matters of the heart—besides watching from the sidelines, what else can a bystander do?
It wasn't until Tang Yuxin had disappeared outside the door that Wen Meimei came to her senses.
A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, and a man's husky voice reached her ears.
"Why is he here?"
"It's nothing."
