"Tong Dawei, answer him." Liang Yating's gaze was fixed tightly on Tong Dawei.
She couldn't accept the feeling of being deceived. Even if she hadn't been deceived yet, she didn't want to be kept in the dark.
"Yating, it's obvious he's trying to stir up trouble between us, can't you see that? You're making me really disappointed." Tong Dawei played the sympathy card, his voice desolate.
"Hehe, is that so?" Tong Dawei's excuse was so transparent that even a child could see through it. A smart woman like Liang Yating wouldn't be tricked like before, when she felt a tinge of sweetness every time she received flowers from Tong Dawei.
"Yating, do you not believe me? Who is he anyway? Just one sentence from him makes you doubt me? Does all the genuine feelings I've shown you over these days not compare to his one sentence?" Tong Dawei feigned a feeling of being distrusted.
