An Ning looked down at her book, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly.
'Turns out, watching other people's drama is this much fun.'
'I've been staring at this page for ages. Shouldn't I turn it?'
An Ning felt that if she didn't turn the page, her act wouldn't be very convincing.
RUSTLE—
An Ning nonchalantly turned the page.
Jiang Xia had been watching An Ning out of the corner of his eye, and he knew at a glance that she was smiling.
But he still didn't go over and talk to her.
'When a woman goes off the rails, there are no rules.'
'Take this annoying woman in front of him, for instance. If he went to talk to An Ning, it would only cause her unnecessary trouble.'
"Jiang Xia, why are you treating me like this? I just want to talk to you."
The girl lowered her head, looking utterly aggrieved.
Jiang Xia gave her a blatant, uncouth eye-roll.
