But she was feeling a little flustered right now.
The source was the young boy beside her, who was now showing some temper and responded to her with indifference, which was hard to accept all of a sudden.
Noticing the increasing gazes around her, Gu Jin sighed softly and reached out to hold the boy's hand again.
She said gently, "Xiao An, are you upset?"
"Hmm—" The boy replied with a nasal tone.
He held up the ring to Gu Jin's eyes: "I said I'd give it to you, so why are you giving it back to me? Do you not want it anymore, or do you not want me anymore?"
"..." Gu Jin.
The boy in front of her looked like a bristling cat, with a pitiful look of accusation in his eyes, feeling greatly wronged.
She clutched her chest with one hand, really unable to resist An Mingji's look.
Too unfair!
Just as Gu Jin was about to speak, she noticed that An Mingji's eyes were slightly red and his lips were tightly pressed in grievance.
