"Just admiring your beauty," Fu Ziqian said.
His face was always that indulgent yet helpless gentle expression.
Qiao Chuchu felt her anger flare up.
Admire, admire—what are you admiring?
She really wanted to dig out his eyeballs.
Wait... she seemed to have ignored something important.
Important... things...
Qiao Chuchu furrowed her brows and glared at Fu Ziqian, and then she remembered!
Fu Ziqian said she was jealous of Gong Yi.
Absolutely ridiculous.
How could she be jealous of Gong Yi?
Fu Ziqian was overthinking things.
"Fu Ziqian, don't speak nonsense. I'm not jealous of Gong Yi," Qiao Chuchu said seriously.
If she didn't clarify this matter, Fu Ziqian would misunderstand and be smug about it. Cocky, full of himself.
"If you're not jealous, then why don't you like Gong Yi?" Fu Ziqian asked with a slight smile.
Qiao Chuchu frowned and stared at Fu Ziqian, "I don't even know Gong Yi, why should I like Gong Yi?"
Gong Yi's personality isn't her cup of tea at all.
