To be honest, Song Rushuang didn't expect that Zhou Qingwan still liked him.

"What about my uncle... no, I mean, where is Uncle Qiu?"

Zhou Qingwan didn't say a word.

It can be seen that she doesn't like him, or maybe she herself doesn't even know what her feelings are towards Qiu Ran.

Qiu Ran is indeed a good person. He is sincere and passionate, like a rose blooming in a rainstorm.

Furthermore, he never seemed to get tired.

It's like having endless energy.

No matter how cold and aloof Zhou Qingwan was, she couldn't resist such enthusiasm.

This is also the reason why Zhou Qingwan cannot answer such questions.

"How could this happen? How could I fall in love with two people at the same time? Am I really a fickle person, neither fish nor fowl?"

Hearing Zhou Qingwan's thoughts like this, Song Rushuang was more or less surprised.

Along with this comes an increasingly heavy mood.

How could she think of herself like that?

Taking the risk of being suspected, Song Rushuang said bluntly:

"Aunt Wan, if you didn't like Duan Qinyan, you wouldn't marry a beautiful woman like you. Judging from my cousin's age, he should be the first person you like, right?"

Zhou Qingwan hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"As for Qiu Ran, this little Uncle Qiu is truly wonderful and truly loves you. Even we bystanders can see it. As someone in charge, you naturally feel his feelings the best."

at last.

Song Rushuang concluded, "So, your current state of mind, your current struggles, everything is perfectly normal. No one can think there's anything wrong with your mentality."