hed speaking, she didn't give him any chance to reply verbally. She quickly broke free from his grasp, opened the car door and got out.Gu Yichen sat in his seat, looking at Su Kexin's back, lost in th...Yang Ning's brows furrowed even tighter, she tossed aside the half-folded clothes and gripped the phone tightly in her hand: "What exactly are you trying to say"

"Can't I"

Yang Qingfeng didn't answer Yang Ning's question, but instead countered with a question of his own to Yang Ning. The probing tone in his voice was unmistakable to anyone who heard it.

Yang Ning remained silent for a moment before refusing, "Not for now. I'm still considering An Tianxiang's feelings."

The last time Yang Qingfeng came to her house, he came by himself. She and An Tianxiang weren't that close yet, so she didn't have to consider anything. But it was different now.

Even if An Tianxiang didn't understand whether she loved him or not, from her own perspective, she couldn't keep bringing up her relationship with Yang Qingfeng to make him uncomfortable.

Yang Ning understood very well that allowing her to remain friends with Yang Qingfeng was already a step back and a display of trust from An Tianxiang.

This is what she fought for, the current balance cannot be broken by something trivial.

Since it's about an unimportant talk show topic, it's best not to discuss it at home, just like that male celebrity from the past. Who knows if he was discussing the script at home

Public opinion, if not controlled properly, can be a double-edged sword.

"I lost."

A light chuckle suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Yang Qingfeng's response left Yang Ning feeling a little puzzled. She was taken aback, and a sense of suspicion arose in her heart.

"What did you lose Are you gambling"

Yang Qingfeng chuckled softly, but Yang Ning could hear the bitterness beneath his laughter. Over the phone, it seemed like he was in the middle of some sort of handover. She sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for him to speak again.

"Hello, it's me."

Suddenly, An Tianxiang's voice entered Yang Ning's ears. She was startled and tightened her grip on the phone: "How is it you Are you with Yang Qingfeng"

"Well, we are together." An Tianxiang's voice was light and flat, without falsehood or any emotion. Yang Ning fell silent, unsure of what the other party intended to do.

"Are you betting on me"

When it came to this matter, Yang Ning felt a tinge of displeasure. Her brows furrowed, and her lips tightened into a thin, straight line.

An Tianxiang heard the displeasure in her tone, smirked, and glanced at Yang Qingfeng who was obviously distracted across from him. His expression remained calm: "Well, you texted me saying you were going to record a show, so I had Yang Qingfeng call you. I wanted to see, between him and me, who you would choose."

Is this a test, just a battle of victory and defeat between An Tianxiang and Yang Qingfeng.

Maybe this is a disrespectful act towards Yang Ning, but An Tianxiang had to do this to get more affirmation.

"Are you doubting me"

This was almost the first thought that came to Yang Ning's mind. She gasped, her heart turning cold; only she knew how chilling it felt.

If she had listened to Yang Qingfeng and let him come home, just how crazy would An Tianxiang have been to deal with the two of them

Aantianxiang's distrust and Yang Qifeng's recklessness caused a knot of anger to form in Yang Ning's heart, growing bigger and bigger.

It's not a suspicion, just a bet between Yang Qingfeng and me. Since you didn't agree, it doesn't hurt for you to be on the show.

His answer was lighthearted and casual, it could be heard that An Tianxiang was in a good mood.

Yet Yang Ning was provoked by his tone, growing increasingly dissatisfied. She let out a cold snort, suppressing the suffocating emotions in her chest, trying hard to hold back.

"Don't you think I'd be grateful for your decision An Tianxiang, let me make it clear, I told you out of respect. Rejecting Yang Qingfeng is respecting myself. And your probing makes all this disgusting and boring!"

She didn't want to say such harsh words, however, every time she thought of An Tianxiang's repeated questioning of her feelings, the feeling of disgust in her heart rose straight up.

Must she and Yang Qingfeng have some special feelings

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