Isolated from the noise in the living room.
"Qiuqiu."
"Huh?" Qiuqiu turned off the faucet and looked back confused.
Lingling leaned closer, lowered her voice, and asked bluntly, "Are you upset about Tang Song giving me a car?"
"Clang—"
Qiuqiu's hand suddenly shook, and the apple fell into the sink with a crisp sound.
She hurriedly avoided Lingling's gaze, stammering, "No, I'm not... How could I be..."
But her noticeably awkward tone and the reddening of her ears betrayed her insecurity at that moment.
"I actually understand," Lingling didn't expose her, leaned against the counter, and sighed, "You know, Tang Song is quite the playboy, surrounded by many women. There are plenty who are richer and better than us."
Qiuqiu was stunned, not expecting Lingling to be so blunt.
She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment.
Lingling took a deep breath and gave a somewhat self-deprecating yet candid smile:
