Chu Jiao was crying, looking distressed and pitiful.
Su Xiaomeng had never seen such a Chu Jiao. She thought the woman in front of her, no matter when or where, would always be dazzlingly beautiful beyond compare!
"So... the ring on your hand, was it bought for you by Yin Shixiu?"
"...Yes."
Chu Jiao nodded.
"And the significance of the small Lafite red wine, was it also told to you by Yin Shixiu, all about your first love, was it all Yin Shixiu?"
Su Xiaomeng felt like she was a fool.
She knew she didn't belong to the smart category, but to really call herself a fool seemed a bit self-deprecating.
But now, she felt that using the term fool to describe herself was an insult to fools.
"I'm sorry, Xiaomeng, I actually didn't want to hide it from you, but I saw Shixiu pretending that he had nothing to do with me, maybe afraid of upsetting you, so I didn't expose it."
"How many times have you been with him?"
Xiao Meng asked, with a calmness beyond her own understanding.
