"Jiang Nanshu, let's talk."
Before Jiang Nanshu could speak, Su Ran took the initiative.
She stood beside Jiang Nanshu, her gaze calm as if she was catching up with an old friend.
Hearing Jiang Nanshu's inner thoughts, Jiang Leyi frowned slightly, but she didn't disturb Jiang Nanshu, lying on a beach chair about five meters away, sipping her drink and resting.
Jiang Nanshu crossed her arms over her chest, her demeanor proud, her eyes filled with disdain, "I think there's nothing to talk about between us. It's in your best interest to disappear from my sight, because with me here, you can forget about getting Brother Qingyan."
Pity for Jiang Nanshu showed in Su Ran's eyes.
Only fools drown in love beyond redemption.
Jiang Nanshu was beyond saving.
There was no point in arguing with a fool, for her world was but a speck.
