Yanran sat angrily opposite Jiang Guangrong, her almond-shaped eyes glaring, gently tapping the armrest of her chair with her right hand: "You don't seem very welcoming towards me!"
"How could that be! It doesn't exist! A beautiful woman sitting next to me, chatting to ease my boredom, I couldn't be happier. How could I not welcome you, you're overthinking, definitely overthinking, you couldn't be less welcome!" Jiang Guangrong straightened his back and quickly explained.
Yanran's eyes narrowed slightly. Yanran had some understanding of Jiang Guangrong's character. The more Jiang Guangrong emphasized, the more it proved his heart was empty. Yanran was puzzled by Jiang Guangrong's change in attitude towards her. Two days ago when he visited him at the hospital, he was fine. Why is he hiding today? Suddenly, Yanran seemed to remember something, her eyes staring fixedly at Jiang Guangrong: "Did someone say something to you?"
