After Meng Jingyi finished speaking, Xiao Heng's face turned completely black.
From far away, Meng Jingyi could smell the explosive aura coming from Xiao Heng. She touched her nose and weakly said, "Sister Ye is beautiful and smart, and after all these years, she's still deeply in love with you, never giving up."
Xiao Heng's gaze became icy cold, and the veins on the back of his tightly clenched fist bulged. Had she forgotten that kiss? Or was she deliberately ignoring it?
Before, when she was with Zhu Zhu and others trying to match him with Ye Zhining, he didn't mind. But after that kiss, how could she still so calmly push him to another woman?
What exactly was she thinking?
Seeing that Xiao Heng was truly angry, Meng Jingyi dared not say more and thought to herself, "Sister Ye, I've tried my best! Xiao Heng is just a cold, hard stone."
