บท 1847: A Question In The Depths Of The Heart

Qian Yikun came over and refused to look at Ding Jiaqi. This woman looked gentle, but she harbored so many thoughts that most people would not have. He hated people like this.

Perhaps it was because Mo Fei was someone who would say whatever she wanted that made him hate all forms of pretenses.

Qian Yikun stopped beside Mo Fei and reached out to hold her hand. "Let's go home."

Throughout the whole process, he did not even look at Ding Jiaqi.

Throughout the whole process, Ding Jiaqi was watching him on her own.

Throughout the whole process, he only left Ding Jiaqi the view of his back.

Ding Jiaqi pursed her lips tightly and looked at their departing backs stubbornly. What was so good about that savage woman?

Ding Jiaqi thought about it and stomped her foot hard. She was so angry.