The public admission of Jackie's affection for Hannah was a major blow to her.
The moment Hannah was about to push the door to enter the room, Tiffany made her appearance from the corner, "Why did you reject Jackie?"
Hannah turned around and smiled at the person in front of her.
Tiffany looked significantly worn out since they last met. If she used to look like a proud and cold luxury flower, she now resembled a fragile, weather-beaten small white flower.
She stood there as if a gust of wind would take her down. Only in her eyes were defiance and resentment hidden well beneath her composed exterior.
Hannah chuckled gently, "Because I don't like him, right?"
"Don't like him?" Tiffany echoed quietly, raising her head to meet Hannah's smiling eyes, "So, the one who helped you before was also him."
Hannah shook her head, "Tiffany, you are aware that if Jackie were capable of going this far for someone, you might have not chosen George."