Fu Xing looked at her disheveled hair and the desperation on her face, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, annoyed to death.
But at such a critical juncture, he naturally couldn't argue with her, and he could only soothe her in a gentle voice,
"Don't make a fuss. Right now, Meng Jiahe and I have business dealings, and she used to like me. And now that your cousin is opposing us being together, so..."
Su Nuanying's eyes widened with hope when she heard this, "Is it my cousin who sent her? Is it to split us up? Does Meng Jiahe still like you? You don't fancy her, right?"
Fu Xing still didn't know what excuse to make up, but she had found one for him, and he couldn't help but smile and nodded, continuing along the lines she had suggested,
"Yes, Meng Jiahe hasn't let go of me, and you know how close we used to be—it was my fault."
