Rong Qingqing finished speaking, observing Shen Jue's expression, then tentatively asked, "So, is the engagement still on?"
In her heart, Rong Qingqing already began to mourn her ten thousand hours.
Luckily, she only had a slight crush on this troublesome man for now. Otherwise, she'd be mourning her poor, pathetic first love.
Rong Qingqing sat there, rubbing her chest, feeling a strange discomfort there.
"Since you already know, let's cancel the engagement." Rong Qingqing said, standing up, "As for other matters, they're unrelated to you. Just pretend you don't know about them."
When Rong Qingqing spoke these words, her eyes felt sour and stinging.
"I'm sorry for deceiving you before. I'll find an excuse to move out of Shen Manor, and I'll personally inform the two elders about canceling the engagement."
With that, Rong Qingqing took steps towards the door.
Her heart truly ached.
After leaving Shen Manor, how long could she survive?
