Xie Zimiao's face flushed with scorching redness.
He had come here wanting to repair his relationship with Jiang Leyi, even if initially he was drawn to her for money or because of the identity Jiang Leyi had concealed.
But as time went by, he realized he really liked Jiang Leyi.
His eyes, reluctant to let go, moved away from Jiang Nanshu.
The woman blocking the love between him and Jiang Leyi—he would remember her!
So with eyes brimming with tears, he looked at Jiang Leyi accusingly, a mix of forbearance in his expression.
Like that poor boy oppressed by a wealthy family, and Jiang Nanshu was the villain breaking him and Jiang Leyi apart.
"Please, go and hone your acting skills. You think you look sad by just glaring? Your eyebrows are nearly twisted into knots; you're making my second-hand embarrassment kick in. I bet you'll return in eighteen years still as a lousy actor."
"Pfft." Jiang Leyi really couldn't hold back her laughter.
