At this point, Bai Cenxi, who had been feigning calmness, finally tore away the mask on his face.
He gazed at Gu Qianqian with immense heartache and questioned her, "How can I feel at ease with you acting this way? If he doesn't love you, should I still pray that he'll wholeheartedly commit to you in the future?"
"No need for your prayers."
An abrupt, distant voice resonated, accompanied by Lu Zhanbei's uniquely magnetic tone. As Gu Qianqian turned her head, her expression shifted instantly, "Why did you come in?"
Though she had indeed arrived with him, hadn't she explicitly told Lu Zhanbei in the car?
Afraid that the two of them might get into a fight due to a single disagreement, she had insisted on handling the matter herself. Otherwise, she would've brought him in with her from the start—why would she have come alone?
But Bai Cenxi had barely said a few sentences, and yet here he was, barging in again. Couldn't he let her finish her conversation properly?
