Cheng Xining looked at Shen Mianmian, waiting to see her just as agitated as Cheng herself had once been, hoping to see Shen Mianmian heartbroken and distressed. She detested the way Shen Mianmian acted as if everything was under control.
In her eyes, Shen Mianmian's demeanor was all an act, feigning calmness, pretending to be cultured. But deep down, she was just a country bumpkin with no real experience, yet pretending to be worldly.
Now, she was determined to tear away Shen Mianmian's facade.
But after staring for a good while, the result disappointed her. Not only did Shen Mianmian not explode in anger, she actually laughed calmly.
"Thank you for sharing such important news with me. You've said what you wanted to say, so can you leave now?"
"..."
Cheng Xining watched Shen Mianmian in disbelief.
"Shen Mianmian, stop pretending. You must be hurting inside, right? Are you dying to confront Nan Ge now?"
