Jincheng lowered his head, playing on his phone, and casually said, "If you forgave her, fine. But I'm never going to forgive her."
"How do you know I've forgiven her?" Qiqi asked, puzzled.
Jincheng chuckled, "Sis, I know you. You're soft-hearted and kind. As long as she says a couple of sympathetic words, you won't be able to bear it, and you'll definitely forgive her."
Qiqi didn't respond, which was tantamount to admitting it.
Li Jinghan glanced at her, then said to Jincheng, "Alright, I've said all I needed to say to you. Think it through yourself. I'll take your sister downstairs. Get some rest."
Once outside the room, Qiqi asked, "What were you advising Jincheng about? I don't think he took you very seriously—he probably won't listen to anything you said."
As they headed downstairs, Li Jinghan said to her, "There's no rush with advising Jincheng. If you push too much, he'll resist. It's better to take it slow. But you—have you made up your mind and forgiven her?"