"What?"
Liangliang was still looking out the window.
The two stood side by side, and no one knew that from behind, they looked so much like a loving couple.
But no one knew because no one saw.
"Do you like your current job, or do you prefer collecting these antiques?"
Su Zui asked earnestly.
Liangliang shrugged, with an indifferent tone, "I like both!"
"Haven't you ever asked yourself? Is it really worth it? If he loves you, of course, you know everything you do is worthwhile, but if he doesn't love you, what will you do? He's waiting for his First Love, are you waiting with him?"
"When his First Love returns and he's with her, what about you? Haven't you thought about yourself?"
"He doesn't even know you like him!"
"Mr. Su, you're minding other people's business a bit too much." Liangliang put down the window in front of her, "It's getting late; we should go downstairs."
After she closed the window, the attic seemed a bit dim.
