Yan Luoxi looked at Mo Beichen nervously, then desperately tried to signal to Gu Qian with her eyes, but Gu Qian, immersed in her own world, didn't notice the atmosphere around her had turned awkward.
She continued, "Last night, Shen Changqing sent me a text, he said he missed me, Sister Luoxi, what should I do?"
Yan Luoxi pressed her forehead; she should stop Gu Qian, but she couldn't make a sound because of Mo Beichen's awe-inspiring presence. She looked at Gu Qian, who still knew nothing, "Qianqian, stop talking."
Gu Qian bowed her head, despondent, "Sister Luoxi, you also think I'm doing something wrong, don't you? But I just can't help it. Please teach me, what should I do?"
Mo Beichen, standing by the door, seemed to hear the pain in her voice. His hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, and for a moment, he wanted to grab her by the collar and question her why she didn't love him.
But his pride and self-esteem wouldn't allow him to beg a woman for love.
