The words spoken at the Dingping Production Team were so steadfast, but now their attitude is a huge contrast, full of shy hesitation, and the words are utterly disgusting. Yi Roujing was tired of dealing with Wang Qiushuang.
"After you get married, don't greet me, just pretend we don't know each other. I have my pride," Yi Roujing said, wiping her sweat, her expression filled with disgust and impatience.
"Roujing, how can you say that about me? I'm also forced into this, I..."
"Enough, I don't want to hear it. It hurts my ears," Yi Roujing interrupted, "Whatever you do is none of my business. We are not suited to be friends, let's not interact in the future."
"Roujing, what did I do wrong? Tell me, and I'll change. We've been friends for so many years; how can we just break it off? I..." Wang Qiushuang was already in tears, her expression unbearably mournful, as if she had suffered a great grievance, which further disgusted Yi Roujing.
