It's too late to ask anything now.
Mu Jingnan won't tell her anymore.
He smiled enigmatically, shaking his head slowly under her expectant gaze.
"Mu Jingnan, tell me!" Unable to restrain herself, Situ Yunshu grabbed his collar angrily, "Speak!"
He looked down at the hand clutching his collar, feeling a bitterness in his heart akin to swallowing a bitter herb.
Despite calculating meticulously, in the end, she still cared about someone else.
Jiang Nan... is he really that good?
Heaven knows how much he envies Jiang Nan.
Raising his hand, he gently pried her fingers off, Mu Jingnan's voice carried a hint of self-mockery and clarity, "I already gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it."
Therefore, the time has passed.
At this moment, he wouldn't tell her anything.
Not a single thing.
Situ Yunshu was furious, just about to take action when Little Fantuan cried out, his tender voice piercingly clear.
His dark pupils staring at the two of them.
