"No more to say? What exactly are you after?" Sang Qingran pressed on question after question, his dark eyes brimming with coldness.
Meng Jiahe's fingertips unconsciously curled up, her mind racing. She opened her mouth, "I had no intention; I was just passing by. I didn't even realize that was the men's restroom."
"Meng Jiahe, I'm warning you to stay away from me. Don't think that I will pursue you to please Sang Qiao like the others. I will never have any interest in you or Sang Qiao."
Sang Qingran let out a cold laugh, shook off her wrist, and strode away.
Meng Jiahe tugged at the corner of her mouth. Never have any interest in her? That was more than well; it would spare her the uncomfortable situations. She had lived well without Sang Qingran in the past, and she believed that forgetting him was just a matter of time.
