Inside the villa, Chu Mengyao looked at Ye Fan, unable to speak. Zhang Lu had suffered a setback, and Ye Fan was unscathed. Originally, she should have been happy about it, but Ye Fan had seen something of Zhang Lu, and a strange emotion surged in her heart, making her feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Why did he see something of hers? Why do I feel upset? What exactly is this about?"
"He isn't anyone special to me, is he? How long have I even known him? Why am I having such odd feelings?"
Chu Mengyao couldn't figure it out, endured the sadness in her heart, and went up to the second floor of the villa, locking herself in her room.
Ye Fan looked at Chu Mengyao's sorrowful back, feeling very confused, and became sad himself.
"I didn't expect to rip Zhang Lu's pants, wasn't it just an accident? It makes sense if Zhang Lu hates me, but why did she suddenly become sad?" Ye Fan couldn't figure it out, surrounded by countless questions.
