Looking at the picture where Ning Zihan so carefully cradles the person in his arms, thinking how Ning Zihan has never been so intimate with any woman before, An Baobei feels a sourness in her heart, and it's so bitter.
So unbearably bitter, she can't help but murmur, "Weren't you supposed to dislike women..."
It's Saturday today, and An Jing and Su Changyi happened to be at home too; they saw the report and immediately started worrying about their beloved daughter, and came to knock on An Baobei's door.
An Baobei opened the door, but her lips were pouting high, clearly in a very bad mood.
Seeing the worried look on An Jing and Su Changyi's faces, An Baobei gloomily said, "Mom, Dad, you saw it too?"
An Jing immediately comforted, "Baobei, that might not be his girlfriend, don't overthink it."
An Baobei said, "Whether she's his girlfriend or not has nothing to do with me, I just feel he shouldn't have lied to me."
"What did he lie to you about?"
