Fan Yubing suddenly lost her confidence under her gaze, but she continued to speak:
"Yun Qiqi, you have no memory, you might not know, I've known him for many years, we grew up together, and we've always had a great relationship. If it weren't for you two years ago, we would have been engaged."
Yun Qiqi paused, and asked, "So, that's why you're so angry?"
"Of course."
Fan Yubing looked into her clear eyes, feeling that the malice she saw in them just now was probably an illusion. She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
She lowered her eyes and said, "You're right, I do like him, so... if you don't like him, let him go."
This sentence was truly sincere.
"Did you almost get engaged?" Yun Qiqi looked at her for a while, sipped on her soy milk, then frowned, "Why haven't I heard anyone mention this before?"
