The onlookers, although ninety percent of them had no idea what they were saying to each other, all sensed the tension between the two and immediately fell silent.
An Lan listened to Xiao Yihe's accusations and only found them laughable.
What right did he have to accuse her?
Yes, she had dated Xiao Yihe, but she hadn't sold her entire heart to him. To think he could gaslight her—what a joke. An Lan had no desire to continue entangling herself with Xiao Yihe.
"Think whatever you want." An Lan said and, after pushing Xiao Yihe aside, she left without looking back, the crowd turning into a convenient shield for her escape. As she weaved through the people, by the time Xiao Yihe tried to follow, An Lan's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Yihe's face was twisted in ferocity.
He uttered a low curse, lifted his foot, and kicked the trash can beside him, sending garbage flying everywhere. Those who had sympathized with him moments before now watched this scene with disgust.