Di Mingchen sat on the edge of the sofa, glanced around, and it seemed he could still hear the teasing and laughing voices of Nangong Ran and the others.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and felt quite stifled in his heart.
Actually, he had his own stance on this matter. He felt no sympathy for An Xin, and he had seen through her very clearly. He understood An Xin’s intentions well.
From the beginning, he had told Nangong Ran, and he had said it publicly too, that he only loved Nangong Ran and wanted to marry her. Yet Nangong Ran insisted on leaving in a fit of anger, which made him feel somewhat awkward, awkwardly thinking that Nangong Ran didn’t love him that much.
Later, he kept silent because he thought if Gu Qibao and the others wanted to tear An Xin apart, then let them. Perhaps tearing her apart would make them feel better.
So he didn’t speak and just watched coldly. Wasn’t his stance clear enough?
They could handle An Xin, and he didn’t stop them. Does this count as helping An Xin?
The reason he didn’t drive An Xin away was because he wanted to wait until they had torn her apart as much as they wanted before saying anything else.
Nangong Ran wanted to leave, and he kept begging her not to go. If she could stay and express her position, he could immediately toss An Xin out on the spot.
But she didn’t express her position.
Later, when Nangong Ran tore into An Xin, he was secretly pleased, thinking this was a sign of her love for him. But then she suddenly changed her face and said she was tired of playing with him?
Di Mingchen took a deep breath, took a fierce drag of his cigarette, and felt a bit of pain burn through his lungs.
It seems that love is just so; it can’t withstand even a misunderstanding.
Di Mingchen felt somewhat stifled in his heart, but he immediately pulled out his phone and made a call.


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