Song Nuoyu returned home, her mind still in a daze.
Ai Lian had long noticed something was off with her, but on their way back, she had many feelings to share with Song Kaiming, having no time to care for her.
"Nuoyu, what's wrong?" Ai Lian pulled Song Nuoyu to the sofa to sit down, asking with concern, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Song Nuoyu's face was slightly pale, lacking spirit.
Her mind was filled with scenes of Gu Jiajia lovingly looking at Jing Hua.
This image, like a fire, made her feel unbearably uncomfortable.
And Jing Yijun...
He never looked at her directly from start to finish.
He could give Song Lingling a gentle smile, so why couldn't he give her a direct look?
What embarrassed her most was that she fell in front of them, and she heard laughter coming from behind. She didn't know who the laughter came from, but she knew both Jing Yijun and his mother saw her fall.
