He doesn't like Fu Ziqian.
Because it's impossible to like his own rival in love.
"Huh?" Qiao Chuchu snapped back to attention, feeling a bit awkward as she looked at Su Xiang; she had just spaced out.
"It's nothing." Su Xiang smiled and said, "It looks like you have something in your hair."
Su Xiang reached out to touch Qiao Chuchu's hair.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu felt that this was a bit inappropriate. They were all adults, not children anymore; how could they casually touch the head of the opposite sex? Just as she was about to say something, Su Xiang withdrew his hand and smiled, saying, "Just some dust."
"...Thank you," Qiao Chuchu said.
Su Xiang smiled and said nothing.
Fu Ziqian watched Su Xiang touch Qiao Chuchu's head, and Qiao Chuchu even smiled at Su Xiang. In that moment she smiled at Su Xiang, Fu Ziqian felt as if a knife had suddenly been thrust into his heart, and his heart was in unbearable pain.
