"I won't do those things," Tang Yan's words suddenly shattered Song Qi's fantasies.
Song Qi slammed down the cup in his hand, his face filled with indignation, "I really fucking admire you; with your damn temper, who could like you?"
Tang Yan's cold gaze swept over, and Song Qi quickly locked his mouth, waving his hands to show he would say no more.
Song Qi had been in a good mood when he arrived, but now he could no longer feel happy.
Drowning sorrows in drink only multiplies the grief, and for him, just seeing Tang Yan was enough to feel distressed, wondering how love could become so difficult.
"I have my own way of pursuing her," Tang Yan suddenly spoke up, causing Song Qi to look at him in shock.
Had he seen the light?
But what was Tang Yan's method of pursuit? To stay silent and wait for Jin Mo to take the initiative to confess, after which he would just nod in agreement?