Ou Mingxuan felt even more chilled. "Qin Mengying, you really let me down."
Qin Mengying's expression flickered slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but then she saw that the Ou Mingxuan who had been aching and grief‑stricken just a moment ago suddenly turned into someone cynical and careless. "Heh, what a disappointment! Dr. Qin really is a tough nut to crack. You were just one step away, and still managed to ruin everything. You're the only woman I, Ou Mingxuan, can't handle."
His cold tone made it sound like she was nothing more than an object he used in a bet with someone.
Only now did she truly see the cold and cruel side of this man.
"For the remaining half month, I'll still cooperate with you." The pain she had endured for so long now surged out like erupting lava, ferocious and uncontrollable. Qin Mengying used up the last of her strength to finish speaking and turned around.
