She stood up and left hurriedly. "Okay, okay, I'll run the errands. You two chat slowly without me interrupting."
Watching her leave in a hurry, Qiao Zhiyi felt helpless.
"Don't mind what she said; sometimes she speaks without thinking," Qiao Zhiyi made it clear to Han Ling that their relationship was a thing of the past.
Now they were just friends.
If love were to complicate things again, it wouldn't be good for anyone.
"I understand," Han Ling knew Qiao Zhiyi well. She was straightforward, and her words were always well-considered. He also understood what she was thinking.
Truly liking someone was not about pressuring them but respecting their wishes. He strove to be a good friend who wouldn't trouble her or make her feel awkward.
They had never started, so there was no breakup to speak of.