"…"
Su Xiaomeng pouted, muttered something indistinct, and then fell silent.
With her cutting in like that, the atmosphere eased a little.
This dim and stifling room, with that faint laughter, suddenly didn't feel so much like an interrogation room.
"Back then, I'd just started seeing Luo Feiya. Miss Luo's personality was pretty fiery, but at that age, which guy doesn't want to tame a wild horse?"
Thirty-five-year-old Yin Shixiu, in the deep lines of his brows and eyes, showed a kind of longing for his younger self in his twenties.
"In the end I hadn't even won her over yet… and you cut in. Thinking about it, back then my arrogance was even worse than yours, so much so that Luo Feiya, unwilling to be lonely, fell into your trap."
Rong Jing's lips twitched slightly.
"Did she fall into my trap, or did I fall into yours?"
Yin Shixiu let out a soft laugh.
"If I'd known earlier you didn't really care about her, I wouldn't have bothered to chase her so hard."
Rong Jing shrugged.
