Lin Man laughed: "True, but it's nothing new, just like those words from eight years ago."
"Yanyan, Yunshen doesn't love you!"
"The person in his heart is me. You're a smart woman—why not let go yourself to avoid being hurt so deeply?"
Qin Yan leaned against the wall, slowly standing up.
She wore a pair of pink pointed-toe stilettos, her face indifferent, gazing at Lin Man with an air of elegance.
Lin Man involuntarily took a step back, her voice soft and laced with the gentle charm of Jiang Nan:
"Yanyan, don't be angry. I'm just doing this for your own good!"
Qin Yan felt deeply disgusted. She had thought forcing someone to forget prior arguments she'd had with Bo Yunshen was already challenging enough.
But now, looking at Lin Man, holding her head high, claiming everything she did was "for her own good," Qin Yan felt as though she might vomit out all of yesterday's meal!
Qin Yan's lips curled slightly, and she murmured, "Love or not, it doesn't matter."