"But speaking of it, it's a pity, how come she's blind? Has our Su's taste changed recently? How did he get involved with a blind person?"
"Who knows? These rich people like to indulge in this kind of sadomasochistic love. They all think they're Casanovas, capable of saving the world."
Several people were chatting animatedly as they walked.
Jian Yanyan, sitting on the sofa, kept sneezing, "Damn, who's talking about me behind my back?"
While rubbing her nose, she picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, deciding to just watch TV.
That's how she is. No matter the situation, as long as she doesn't think about it, she can pretend nothing happened, watching TV with a clear conscience, completely ignoring the glass shards on the floor, and forgetting Su Junhao entirely.
Just as she turned on the TV, she heard a knock on the door.
"Who's there?" Jian Yanyan asked from the sofa.
