Shen Qing'e's Nine Twists and Eighteen Bends were none of Jiang Ning's concern.
In his previous life, he had been just like this, constantly trying to guess what girls were thinking. But the more he thought, the more he cared, and the more mistakes he made.
In the end, it only made him increasingly restless, until he even began doubting himself.
In this life, Jiang Ning could not be bothered with any of that.
He put down his phone. Xue Chuchu came over softly, carrying the neatly folded clothes in her arms. "The clothes are dry."
When they were alone, even in front of Jiang Ning, her face still carried its usual cool aloofness, as though she were facing a stranger.
Jiang Ning took the clothes and casually placed them on the sofa.
The reason Xue Chuchu had been sent over was that, during her last quarrel with Tongtong, Tongtong had deliberately left behind a piece of clothing, which Jiang Ning had then handed to Chuchu.
It was to make Tongtong recognize her standing in the household.
That was how today's scene had come about.
After delivering the clothes, Xue Chuchu did not chat with Jiang Ning. She turned to leave.
Then Jiang Ning suddenly said, "Wait a moment."
Xue Chuchu's slender shoulders twitched slightly as she turned around without a sound.
Her clear, watery eyes gazed quietly at him, their depths carrying a trace of confusion.
Jiang Ning looked straight into her eyes and explained sincerely, "I feel a little bad for not taking you out for milk tea this afternoon."
"It's okay." Xue Chuchu's voice was very soft.
Judging from her expression alone, she truly seemed not to mind.
Yet deep in the part of her heart no one knew, a faint sense of loss welled up. Her