"I'm talking nonsense?"
Lu Yuewei looked at him with disdain: "My dear Young Master Sheng, take a look at your bottle of sleeping pills—it's almost as big as other people's medicine cabinets. And you say I'm talking nonsense."
Sheng Yanxiao didn't respond, just calmly started the car.
Lu Yuewei turned to look out the window, suddenly remembering something, she turned and asked: "Are you afraid she'll feel guilty or heartbroken if she finds out?"
Sheng Yanxiao still didn't speak, but his expression said it all.
Lu Yuewei couldn't bear it and rolled her eyes dramatically. So that's really it.
Even though she studied psychology—being a top student in the field, Lu Yuewei always felt defeated in front of Sheng Yanxiao.
She had never been in love, nor liked anyone, so she couldn't comprehend how someone could be unwilling to part with another person to this extent.
