"Xiaoran, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Nan Yanran's face darkened, and she was no longer as gentle as before when facing Nangong Baichuan.

Nangong Baichuan remained silent.

Nan Yanran looked at Nangong Baichuan and said coldly, "If you don't say it, I'll say it for you."

"You're not really busy, you just don't want to reply to my messages, right?"

Nangong Baichuan wanted to explain something but was interrupted by her.

"Wait until I'm done."

Nangong Baichuan had no choice but to shut up.

"You're not really busy, you're just avoiding me. You're just accompanying someone else. You just don't want to really quit the circle, right?"

Nan Yanran told the truth.

Nangong Baichuan obviously didn't expect that he would say such a thing.

"You didn't expect me to know, right?" Nan Yanran asked back.

“Nangong Baichuan, if you can’t do it, why did you agree?”

Did he think he was indispensable to her, or did he think she was extremely stupid?

"Nangong Baichuan, let's officially announce our breakup." Nan Yanran spoke with an extremely firm attitude, not joking or angry.

"Can't."

How long have they been here?

"Why not? Nangong Baichuan, you can play ambiguously, but I can leave you."

Nan Yanran shook off his hand.

But Nangong Baichuan didn't seem to want her to leave.

He took her hand.

"If I say no, it means no."

He pulled Nan Yanran over, but she disagreed.

During the tug of war, Nan Yanran bumped into the coffee table.

The next second, she frowned in pain.

"Xiaoran, what's wrong with you?" Nangong Baichuan quickly squatted down and asked Nan Yanran.