Are You Asking Me To Sell Myself Out?

Yuan Jiayi tightened her grip on Chu Ningyi's wrist. Her heart was betting on the last shred of regret he holds for her and his last shred of gratitude. That way, he would not neglect her.

"Shui Anluo, what's the meaning of this?" Chu Ningyi asked. Had she not promised that she would not personally make a move?

Shui Anluo stared at the confident smile on the corners of Yuan Jiayi's lips. It was a small smirk on with a hint of ridicule.

Yuan Jiayi felt complacent when she heard Chu Ningyi's question. In the end, he was still on her side.

Shui Anluo smirked and replied in a voice that was even more aggrieved than Yuan Jiayi's. "Miss Yuan, the baby's still young. It's our fault that he couldn't hold his milk bottle properly and had dropped it on your thigh. However, you can't just say things like that. How have I wrongly accused you?"

Does she want to compete and see who could act more pitiful?