The words spoken by the people in front reached Xia Qingqian's ears. When she heard him introduce her this way, she tugged at the corners of her lips, letting out a desolate smile. She had always been clear about her own identity, but when he introduced her to others, her heart contracted sharply, and a wave of bitterness welled up.
"Oh." Ziqian's voice was somewhat low as she turned back to gaze at Xia Qingqian, as if trying to see through her.
Xia Qingqian gave her a faint smile, then dared not meet her gaze again, turning her head away to watch the receding scenery outside the car window.
This woman named Ziqian was truly beautiful and adorable, tender and gentle—the type that many men liked. Xia Qingqian secretly thought to herself that the woman's voice on the phone must belong to this Ziqian girl; otherwise, why would he leave immediately after taking the call?
