Leng Yue sat up, grabbed her wine glass, and downed another heavy gulp before slamming it back onto the table.
"After that!" Rage flared in Leng Yue's eyes. "I don't remember how I got off the stage. At that moment, my mind was a complete blank. All I knew was that I went to the riverbank, sat there, and cried until I had no tears left. Before long, Chen Jun actually followed me there.
"He tenderly held my hand and told me that his earlier words were just a joke. He said he didn't dare to admit it because having a girlfriend would look bad and might hinder his campaign for student council president."
"Hah, how ridiculous!" Zhao Dong clenched his fists in anger.
What a textbook scumbag! He was clearly disgusted with her but wasn't willing to let her go, was he?
"You didn't actually forgive him, did you?" Zhao Dong asked anxiously, completely drawn into her story.
