"No! Qinglan!" Yang Ruomiao's gaze locked onto Su Qinglan, saying emotionally, "Qinglan, I only like you, I'm willing to do anything for you, I'm not afraid of any gossip, I beg you, let me stay by your side, okay?"
"What I'm saying is..." Jing Shun couldn't listen any longer, walked up to Su Qinglan, raised a hand, and rested it on Su Qinglan's arm, "Miss Yang, do you truly not understand, or are you pretending not to? What our Qinglan said was sarcasm! What he means is that he feels sick when he sees you; he wants you to get as far away as possible. Aren't you a girl, why force someone to speak so bluntly? We've made it clear now, do you still have any shame?"
"No! That's not true!" Yang Ruomiao's face turned pale in an instant, her lips trembling, she looked at Su Qinglan with a heart-wrenching gaze, "Qinglan loves me so much, he would never be so cruel to me!"