Chen Jingbo heard Weilan's words, his eyes flashed, and he stared deeply at Weilan for a while, searching for a long time before he spoke: "Very complicated?"
Weilan nodded generously. "Yes, very complicated."
Chen Jingbo pressed his lips together, "Can I know how it's complicated?"
Weilan heard this, looked at Chen Jingbo, and after a brief pause, said: "I love him."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jingbo's eyes narrowed sharply and he cast a sidelong glance at Shen Weilan.
That look was as sharp as a spotlight, particularly incisive.
After saying this, Weilan showed no other emotions and simply said, "What do you want to buy? Do you want to listen to a story, or do you want to shop?"
"Shop." Chen Jingbo quickly recovered his ambiguous expression, looked at Weilan, and said plainly: "I won't listen to the story."
Weilan was left at a loss for words. She knew that some things needed to be said directly to cut off others' thoughts and save herself from trouble.
