Coming out of the company, Song Cheng'an immediately sensed that the atmosphere was a little strange.
Although Jiang Wenhui hadn't said anything, anyone could feel the low pressure hanging around her.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "You really don't need to take other people's words to heart. In my eyes, you'll always be the best."
The person beside him suddenly stopped walking.
Song Cheng'an also halted, looked at her cool, aloof profile, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I suddenly feel a bit unwell. I want to go home and rest. Let's have dinner another day," Jiang Wenhui said.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Cheng'an grabbed her arm and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
"No!" Jiang Wenhui lifted a hand and brushed her hair back.
Unfortunately, Song Cheng'an wasn't so easily fooled by her. He said, "You're taking what those people said to heart, aren't you? Wenhui, don't care about what others say. You're you, you don't need to compare yourself to anyone."
