Chapter 65: The Gift Box Bomb

She used a declarative sentence, not an interrogative one, so this was her conclusion, not a question for me.

I continued to stab my shrimp shell with a fork. The lobster shell was very hard, and the tines of the fork were a bit dull, so after trying for a long time without piercing the shell, I could only forlornly drop the fork and cup my cheeks in my hands while staring at Mrs. Sang.

She still looked at me with that same expression: "We met over three months ago, do you remember what I told you before you left?"

Of course, I remembered; she said I didn't love Sang Qi.

But I didn't speak.

"Now I take back that statement; you have fallen in love with Sang Qi."

Her insight was keen; the older the ginger, the spicier its bite. Although she looked gentle and soft on the outside, she possessed a pair of very sharp eyes.