"Hua Xiaomo, you are nothing but an ingrate that I, Qi Longbing, have raised!" Qi Longbing cursed as he looked at her retreating figure.
Hua Xiaomo's steps halted, but she didn't turn around. A faint smile touched her bloodstained lips. Then, she continued to walk forward.
It wasn't until a gust of wind from behind encountered her, directly blocking her path.
He looked at her face, but Hua Xiaomo averted her gaze, refusing to make eye contact.
"President Qi, say what you like, please just don't block my way!" Hua Xiaomo said, then tried to walk past him.
Qi Longbing suddenly let out a cold laugh, his eyes brimming with disappointment. "Wait, if you're going to leave, at least clarify things. What did you mean by the text message you sent me earlier?"
Hua Xiaomo's eyes darkened. When she thought of someone, an invisible wound sliced deep into her heart. For a long time, she said nothing.
