Nianyang looked at Li Tingyan running over, her expression hovering between a smile and not, while the anxiety on the man's face was blatantly obvious.
She just didn't know, this kind of anxiety—who was it really for?
Very quickly, Nianyang's tiny shred of hope was shattered, because the next second, that anxious-faced man squatted directly in front of Yin Tang, carefully helping her up.
"Xiaotang, are you okay?" The man's low voice was filled to the brim with concern, making Nianyang feel like she was falling into an ice cave.
He called her Xiaotang—how intimate that sounded. Was this really just for the sake of the project?
Nianyang had thought her heart was already cold enough, numb from the pain, but seeing this scene she realized it could get even colder—so cold that even her breath trembled.
There was a tsunami raging inside her chest, but she was using every ounce of strength to hold it back, so no one could see it.
