"Pfft." Sang Qiao looked at Ah He's pitiful little expression and couldn't help but let out a light laugh, "They're scolding me, why do you look even more desperate than I do?"
"Ah~ their scolding hits you but pains my heart." Meng Jiahe clutched at his chest and flopped straight back onto the sofa.
He lay motionless on the sofa, looking as if he had been seriously wounded.
"It's alright, the heat will die down in a few days. It's not a scandal, can they really keep harping on it forever?"
Sang Qiao tapped her fingertips lightly on the tabletop, no matter what she said, those netizens who blamed her for being petty and not forgiving the Sang Family people would keep clinging to this issue.
"Although... I'm still so mad." Meng Jiahe sat up from the sofa again.
"Then let's not look at it. What's going on with you and Shangguan Yuan? The other day he asked me for your contact information."
Sang Qiao raised her eyelids, casually changing the subject.
