Hate

When Jiang Siyan saw Meng Qingge's covering up action, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, "Did he give it to you?"

Although Jiang Siyan didn't say who he was, Meng Qingge naturally knew he was talking about Ji Wanzhou.

Therefore, she did not answer this question, "This has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang."

"I was presumptuous." Jiang Siyan pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, "Sorry."

Meng Qingge shook her head slightly and didn't say anything else. She thought her silence would make Jiang Siyan feel bored and leave.

Who would have thought that not only did Jiang Siyan not leave, he even just quietly sat beside her and watched her eat the cake made of butter?

Meng Qingge instantly felt... This little cream cake is not tasty at all.

Huang Yiyi sat on the bathroom floor and waited for a while before she saw Jiang Siyan's assistant walk in.