After hearing the manager's words, Lin Yun fell silent for a while. The rain had already soaked his hair, blurring his vision as he watched Qiao Jing leave.
He clenched his fists tightly. The cold rainwater drenched not only his body but also his heart.
"What do you mean 'see it clearly'? I've already said, I don't like Qiao Jing! How could I possibly like her?"
Why did he have to be like this?
What did Qiao Jing's pregnancy have to do with him?
How could he possibly like Qiao Jing?
The manager put away the smile on his face and dropped his cigarette to the ground, stamping out the burning end.
"Can you put your hand on your heart and say you don't like Qiao Jing?"
If someone else couldn't see it, he thought that was normal, since Lin Yun was always speaking harshly to Qiao Jing, making various jokes.
But he was well into his thirties, how could he not see through Lin Yun's true feelings?
