"I didn't despise you, because they are my family and friends,"
When Nangong Meng heard Li Xiaoqiang say this, her heart clogged for some reason, as if something was stuck.
As a little girl who had grown up in privileged circumstances, Nangong Meng didn't understand the ways of the world or the depths of romantic love. All she knew was that as long as new and exciting things appeared before her eyes each day, she would be happy and joyful.
At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang's words pierced her heart like a sharp sword, causing her unbearable pain. Nangong Meng didn't know why this annoying man's every word tugged at her heartstrings so.
Even her father didn't make her feel this kind of pain.
In her gaze towards Li Xiaoqiang, a look of helplessness emerged.
Standing next to Li Xiaoqiang, Yao Yue and Hong Ling, seeing this, stared at Li Xiaoqiang with astonished looks. Yao Yue, raising an eyebrow, pressed, "My precious student, what exactly have you done to this little girl?"
