บท 1844: I'm Not

Chen Feitang returned to her seat expressionlessly. She watched as Lu Xingzhi gave Jiang Yao his arm as a pillow, carefully protecting her head so that she could sleep more comfortably.

In the past, even when she was most infatuated with Lu Xingzhi, she had never imagined that he would have such a soft side. He was tough and gentle, but he had given it all to Jiang Yao only.

Chen Feitang was envious, and her heart was bitter.

However, her mood was surprisingly calm. In fact, it did not seem difficult to face them calmly.