"That doesn't mean I like you," Chen Qianmo's voice was indifferent; he really didn't have any special feelings for Chu Anjing.
If there was anything at all, it used to be friendship, but he had friendship with several of the Chu Family's children, not just Chu Anjing.
"But I like you so much, I've been waiting for you all this time, waiting for you to come back from America, waiting to marry you, and you just ignore my feelings? Can you really treat my sincerity like this?" Chu Anjing couldn't help but burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, the only person I like is Ruoruo," Chen Qianmo said loudly, his feelings for Yan Qingruo never in doubt.
All of a sudden, Chu Anjing rushed forward, out of control, raising her hand intending to hit Yan Qingruo.
She truly hated Yan Qingruo; the first time she saw her in the shopping mall, even before she knew she was Chen Qianmo's woman, she disliked her on sight.
Now her anger flared up intensely, wishing she could slap Yan Qingruo across the face.