"In a situation like this, do we call the beauty a femme fatale, or the simp a fool nursing a one-sided crush?"
After hearing Zhou Ling recount what had just happened, Su Qing took a deep breath, covered his face, and grumbled helplessly.
Still, judging by what Li Xuantong had just said, he knew Luo Li fairly well. In that case, it was hardly Su Qing's place to interfere.
He would leave the young couple to sort it out. Both were stubborn to the point of death; whatever Li Xuantong said, it could never shake their relationship.
But this Li Xuantong is so fucking annoying. He's as meddlesome as a gossiping old hag. What the hell does this couple's relationship have to do with you?
I'll find an excuse to beat him up in a few days!
That was what Su Qing thought.
Before long, Li Xuantong seemed to have reached some sort of agreement with Mu Chen, then turned and left.
Su Qing pushed through the crowd and approached. Seeing their solemn gazes and the rather heavy atmosphere between them, he reached out and flicked each of them on the forehead.
"Why do you both insist on shouldering everything yourselves?"
Then he slung an arm around Mu Chen's neck, chuckled, and spoke with a hint of delight at his misfortune.
"I know about Luo Li's situation. Don't feel pressured. What's hanging over your own head is even bigger."
At that, a trace of astonishment appeared in the young couple's eyes, and they spoke almost simultaneously.
"What's hanging over his head?"
"Huh?"
Su Qing smiled like a fox and wagged a finger.
"Heaven's secrets must not be revealed."
"So, what is it?"
Just as Su Qing was teasing the pair, a curious, sweet voice sounded behind him, followed by a