Ling Chuan lowered his head, looking at the credit card in his palm, his lips bitterly curled upwards, murmuring, "An Ziqing, it's best if we never meet again."
An Ziqing walked away calmly.
Walked far away.
Only then did she collapse and squat down.
No matter how people on the roadside looked at her.
She held her head, burying her face in her knees.
Before, she stayed by Ling Chuan's side with genuine sincerity.
Without a trace of impurity.
Now to go back, carrying such a motive.
She truly didn't want to.
Above her, it seemed someone was watching her.
She looked up, seeing a mischievous face.
Immediately she was on alert.
"Yin Nuo! What do you want this time!!" An Ziqing suddenly sprang up, retreating backwards to keep her distance.
"Bringing you tissues!" Yin Nuo handed her tissues, "Crying so pitifully, yet Ling Chuan doesn't know! If you cried in front of him, he'd surely be distressed!"
An Ziqing sneered coldly, not wanting to pay him any heed.
