"Is it your looks, your family background, or your job?"
Faced with the doubts from An Nan, the woman in front was speechless.
Just then, Shen Mengqi interrupted her again: "Alright, Nannan, don't boast like an old Wang selling his melons; actually, she's quite good, and there's nothing much to say about this matter. Besides, I also feel that there's no need to make things difficult for a woman because of a man's mistake. No matter what, Han Xiayang didn't handle this well, so let him bear the consequences! Let's just happily live our lives, as for men, they're just like that, come together if it suits, part if it doesn't, ultimately don't force things."
Perhaps it was Shen Mengqi's tone that was too calm or her words were quite persuasive, but An Nan, in the end, did not argue with her, even nodded in approval, which made Shen Mengqi feel helpless inside.
"Can't you stop talking in a senior's tone? I remember you're even younger than me."
