Jian Yanyan's lips moved slightly, and finally she said one word, "Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Jian Yanyan sat on the bed for a while longer, pulling at her hair with both hands and shouting in frustration, "Ahhhh... so annoying."
Even she couldn't quite understand what was going on with herself.
She had promised to date Ning Yang seriously, but she couldn't let go of Su Junhao.
Yet, Su Junhao had never confessed to her, and she worried she was being delusional. Besides, she didn't want to hurt Ning Yang — he's such a good person, treating her so well, how could she be so heartless to hurt him?
Jian Yanyan made herself look like Mei Chaofeng, her hair was a mess, and she kept rubbing her head randomly.
Su Junhao, at some point, had already changed his clothes and was leaning lazily against the door frame watching her, his voice cool and indifferent, "Come down for breakfast, and remember to tidy yourself up. I don't want to eat with a ghost."
