“What are you doing?”
The bedroom was very dark. Nathan turned on the light as he entered and saw the floor covered in torn paper.
Sophia froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "My parents don’t know about the news yet, do they?"
She didn’t answer his question. Nathan didn’t care about her emotions either.
If she wanted to tear up paper, let her.
“They shouldn’t know yet,” Nathan said, walking over and sitting down at a distance from Sophia, stepping on the shredded tissue paper.
It was obvious he didn’t want to sit too close to her.
Sophia gritted her teeth, trying hard to control her temper.
On the day of the concert, she had put on her best makeup, spent money to invite many reporters, and even convinced Nathan to accompany her to the concert. Her goal was to have their l
