Mu Xuewei nodded, trying to hide her inner disappointment and embarrassment.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She changed the subject and said, "Shi Heng, I just came back from abroad. I heard that my aunt is recuperating in Yuncheng. I want to visit her in a couple of days. I wonder if it's convenient."

However, Shi Heng's reaction once again surprised her.

"Thank you, but no thanks. My mother is not in good health and needs to rest. She doesn't want to see outsiders."

His tone was calm and firm, and the expression and movements on his face were silently telling Mu Xuewei.

The line between them has been clearly drawn.

Si Wenjie, who was sitting next to Shi Heng, felt mixed emotions when he saw this scene.

He knew very well about Shi Heng and Mu Xuewei's past, and also understood Shi Heng's current mood.

However, what he was more worried about was Mu Xuewei's feelings. After all, she once loved Shi Heng so deeply.

Just then, Qiao Xiaoran couldn't bear it anymore.

She stood up and looked at Shi Heng sharply.

She taunted him, "Shi Heng, you're really good at pretending! Weiwei has always had a soft spot for you, and I've never seen you reject her so bluntly before. But now you're pretending to be so indifferent, haha, it's really despicable!"

Qiao Xiaoran's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Shi Heng's heart.

However, Shi Heng just glanced at her lightly.

There seemed to be endless depth and oppression in those eyes.

With just one glance, Qiao Xiaoran felt as if she was enveloped by an invisible force.

That deep, indescribable pressure.

She took a step back involuntarily, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.