"Sister Yingying, do you not like me?"
From the corner of her eye, He Xinyou saw Shen Mosheng returning and put on an appearance of being bullied and helpless. She looked at Han Yingying weakly, seemingly scared of her.
Han Yingying remained unmoved as she looked at her, "I wouldn't say I dislike you, nor would I say I like you. To me, you're just a stranger I've only met once.
I agreed to go out with you today and speak with you, only out of respect for Grandpa.
If it weren't for Grandpa, you would mean nothing to me, and I couldn't be bothered to even speak another word with you.
I know what you're up to, but I advise you to put it away quickly. Being pitiful is not an excuse for manipulating or disrupting someone's marriage."
"Sister Yingying, you've misunderstood me. I just really like you and Brother Mosheng. I never intended to disrupt your marriage or do anything to you. Please, don't push me away..."
