The laughter in Jiang Ruan's eyes had faded a lot. She quietly looked at the girl in front of her, word by word, she said, "Don't casually agree to these things for others next time, you just maintain the bridge of friendship, and it has nothing to do with me."
She could understand Zhuang Ke's position, but that did not mean she would indulge and agree.
She could be good to her, but only if she did not cross that line.
Zhuang Ke was taken aback for a few seconds. She came back to her senses, her hands clenched at the cuffs and her face went a little pale. "I'm sorry, Xiaoruan, don't be angry, I just..."
Jiang Ruan looked down at her: "I'm not angry."
Zhuang Ke's eyes turned red in her urgency: "I messed this up, making things difficult for you, but..."
She subtly shrugged off Zhuang Ke's hand, "It's okay, I forgive you."
Having finished speaking, she curled her lips, gave an indifferent smile, and turned to walk away.
Unfortunately, it could only go thus far.