An Ning faced Qiao Shishi's scorn and mockery without a trace of anger, feeling only contempt for herself.
The opportunity was right before her eyes. If she couldn't seize it, whom else could she blame?
She passed by him silently and headed outside.
Qiao Shishi, angered, chased after her. "Didn't you hear me talking?"
To ignore her? That really was irritating.
An Ning passed by her again.
Qiao Shishi grabbed An Ning. "You're not going to kill yourself, are you?"
Only then did An Ning look at her, pushing her hand away. "Suicide? That's impossible."
Qiao Shishi let out a sigh of relief and continued to attack. "That's good, or else people might think I drove you to death!"
"How boring," An Ning said with a glance.
Qiao Shishi shrugged. "So what if I'm boring? After all, it's you who will be sent packing soon, not me."