His calm demeanor was just like back then.
That natural presence, as if he were a mountain, standing firmly in place, unwavering through storms and tempests.
That kind of composure was once Ling Weixuan's most beloved trait.
But after many years, his calmness had turned into her nuclear weapon, making people tremble upon hearing...
Her eyes, slightly trembling.
Unconfidently gripping her fist, she tore off the mask of the most superficial smile on her face, grinning with hatred, "You're wrong. She believed it because her face changed color, looking particularly, particularly awful after she heard it..."
After speaking, Ling Weixuan deliberately mimicked Gu Qianqian's expression: "Look, it's like this, this is the expression..."
Showing her most painful side, she furrowed her brows, mimicked, and after imitating she started laughing out loud: "It's so funny, you know? It's so delightful, did you know?"
"Our relationship is not something you can easily manipulate."
