"Like me? What do you like about me?" Zhou Mochen's gaze was as cold as a blade. "Do you like playing me for a complete fool?"
'Wasn't he a fool!'
They were flirting right under his nose, carrying on an affair behind his back. The affection that spilled from their every glance—he had actually managed to turn a blind eye to it all. He told himself over and over to trust her, not to make her unhappy over something so small. She said they were just ordinary friends, and he actually believed her without a shred of doubt.
'He'd been deceived before, yet he still believed her words!'
Xu Su once again felt the sting of being misunderstood, but this time, she didn't have the confidence to defend herself. What happened today left her feeling she didn't even have the right to stand before him.
