Gong Yu finished speaking, patted Qin Jiangsheng on the shoulder, and walked away.
Qin Jiangsheng furrowed his brows: the Bai Family had an engagement token with the Ji Family? How come he was unaware of this?
But he also knew very well the nature of Bai Tingyu—a defiant bone ran through his body: the more you wanted him to do something, the more he might rebelliously refuse to do it.
His heart wasn't all that concerned; he still had to clear up what it actually meant to like someone.
There was a carpet in the living room; the weather was somewhat cold, but it was sufficient.
Qin Jiangsheng slept on the sofa with one hand covering his eyes.
Feng Juanjuan hid in the darkness, quietly watching his superior jawline, his skin exuding an unhealthy pallid coldness. It was hard to imagine what it would look like for someone like him to like another person.
But against all odds, she heard Qin Jiangsheng's admission.
