Yin Mo retracted her gaze, looking at Cheng Li with calm composure, still holding the coffee cup in her hand.
Cheng Li continued to sit upright, and as He Chen drew nearer, she softly said, "Miss Yin, I didn't say all these things to provoke you, there's no need for you to harbor such hostility toward me.
Back then, it was my fault first, I couldn't accompany him to the end, and I have no face to see him, so... I told you everything related to him, hoping you can love him well for me, and I wish you both happiness."
Cheng Li's words were spoken with such sincerity that even Yun Lih, who approached slowly, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
This is a typical performative personality.
At this moment, after Cheng Li finished speaking, she picked up her handbag and strode toward the direction He Chen was coming from.
Yin Mo watched coldly from the sidelines, analyzing Cheng Li's trajectory.
If nothing unexpected happened, in two seconds, she would crash into He Chen's arms.
