Liu Mengyan smiled shyly at Yan Zhaoye, almost forgetting about Jiang Mochuan. When she suddenly heard his words, her expression froze.
Her demeanor twisted slightly.
But she quickly recovered.
This Jiang Mochuan, who usually takes care of her in every way and puts her first, what's going on today? He deliberately embarrassed her.
With so many people watching, Liu Mengyan understood that even if it was an act, nothing could go wrong.
The reputation she painstakingly built was very important.
"Mo Chuan, you are not at fault. It's all because I'm too weak and can't help you at all, and even made you get hurt."
As she spoke, Liu Mengyan stepped forward to look at Jiang Mochuan's bandaged wound; tears rolled down, falling just like that.
Her delicate appearance, pear blossoms in the rain, aroused pity.
This scene pained many of the males who admired her.
"Indeed, Jiang Mochuan was useless in not protecting Miss Liu."
