After he finished speaking, he took a few steps towards Jian Yanyan, reaching out his hand to hold hers, "Let's go, let's go home."
Jian Yanyan frowned, pulled her hand back slightly, and stepped back, "Ning Yang, I don't know what kind of women you've dealt with before and why they would say one thing and mean another, but that's not me. If I want something, I'll say it straight out, and if I don't want something, I'll also say it straight out. So, I genuinely hope you don't come to pick me up anymore, and, we are not together anymore."
Ning Yang's gaze fell on the phone in Jian Yanyan's hand. When she drew her hand back just now, he glanced over and happened to see her open WeChat interface with her chat with Su Junhao displayed.
He curled his lips into a mocking smile, "Is it because you've hooked up with Young Master Su, so you don't fancy me anymore?"
