Wang Xiangxiang looked at Yang Qiu. Yang Qiu's mood was indeed much better than when she first entered the room.
But, was she truly at ease?
Clearly liking someone, yet rejecting their proposal; no matter how you think about it, it's hard to feel comfortable.
"Xiaoqiu, tell me the truth, do you like Wang Kui?"
As soon as these words left her mouth, Xiaotian's face suddenly turned red and felt burning hot. He immediately lowered his head, stuttering as he spoke, "No, no, I don't like him."
"Don't lie to me. When you mentioned being with Wang Kui as a child, you might not have noticed yourself, but your eyes lit up, and your face was full of spirit. I could see it clearly."
Yang Qiu reached up to touch her face, a little embarrassed, and said, "Was it that obvious?"
"..." Wasn't it obvious?
First, she spoke in a downcast mood about rejecting Wang Kui's proposal, then when mentioning their childhood, her attitude changed, full of energy. Even a fool could see.
