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Han qiqing didnât know what to say.
Song Shijun was speechless.
Yin Shaojie was speechless.
He was afraid that the air would suddenly become quiet.
Without Yin Shaojieâs signal, han qiqing and song Shijun, who knew the situation, shut up obediently. No one dared to respond to this.
âSay it!â Mu Xiaoxiao turned around and shouted. She glared at qiqing, as if forcing her to answer.
âUh ... Uh ...â
Han qiqing stammered and glanced at Yin Shaojie in front, still not daring to answer.
She quickly shot song Shijun a look, asking for help.
Song Shijun looked out of the window and pretended that he couldnât see anything. It was none of his business and she wasnât asking about him.
Han qiqing was furious. She reached out and pinched his thigh.
Song Shijun jumped up in pain and hurriedly slapped her hand away.
Hurry up! Dot! Help! Busy!
Han qiqingâs eyes widened as she gestured to him.
Song Shijun sighed and rubbed his thigh, which was in pain from the pinch. He said to mu Xiaoxiao, â actually ... Xiaoxiao, itâs all in the past who Shaojie dated, right? Anyway, youâre the most important to Shaojie. Look, he doesnât even remember those girls.â
Yin Shaojie raised his hand and said, â I really donât remember. &Quot;
âHmph!â Mu Xiaoxiao snorted through her nose.
Although she had known before that Yin Shaojie had dated many girlfriends, she hadnât thought much of it back then and hadnât thought much about it.
But now, the more she thought about it, the more she cared.
Especially the school Belle of first middle school, who had been his partner at the Christmas ball.
She was his first female companion at his high school Christmas ball.
Under the spotlight, she stood with him and received everyoneâs gazes. Some were envious and some were jealous.
She could imagine that at that moment, that girl was like a princess, receiving Supreme treatment.
The sour bubbles that had just burst in her heart doubled in number.
It was so sour, so stuffy, and so uncomfortable.
She also knew that when Yin Shaojie said that he didnât remember those girls, he meant it.
However, even if she knew, she would still be jealous!
The more mu Xiaoxiao thought about it, the angrier she got, and she glared at Yin Shaojie several times.
Bastard!
He was such a Playboy!
How could she fall in love with such a fickle bastard!
In the back seat, song Shijun and han qiqing looked at each other. They didnât know if they should comfort Xiaoxiao at this time, but they were afraid that they would overreach themselves if they said too much.
The air in the car suddenly became frighteningly quiet.
The sports car stopped at the red light.
Han qiqingâs eyes darted around, wondering if she should change the topic to dispel the awkward atmosphere.
Just then, Yin Shaojie turned to look at mu Xiaoxiao, his large hand covering her small one.
âDonât be angry anymore, okay?â He said as he looked at her with his deep black eyes.
Just then, han qiqing helped her by saying, â thatâs right, Xiaoxiao. Donât be angry. Yin Shaojie was indeed a jerk in the past. If you canât get over it, you can beat him up a few times to vent your anger. But donât be angry. Itâs not worth it to be angry at yourself. &Quot;
After some thought, she continued, â I think Shijun was right. Thatâs all in the past. You werenât back then. If you had come back earlier, he wouldnât have been like this. Yin Shaojie would have been good to you. &Quot;
Yin Shaojie didnât echo her words, but only held mu Xiaoxiaoâs hand tightly.
The light turned green, and he started driving.
But he didnât pull his hand back, still holding her.
Mu Xiaoxiao tried to pull her hand back, but he clutched it so tightly that she couldnât move it no matter how hard she tried.
âLet go.â She said.