A cold and gloomy voice arose, warm breath sprayed on her face, causing her long eyelashes to tremble uncontrollably.
Ling Qingan silently smiled, reached out to slap away the hand holding her chin, then raised her eyes again, her lips curving upwards, soft warmth tinged her brows, yet her gaze carried a hint of coldness.
"Wherever I intend to go, it seems unrelated to Director Wen."
Wen Jichen looked at the face full of smiles in front of him, devoid of any warmth, the bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes deepened further.
False-hearted.
Since when did she extend the facade she used on outsiders to him as well?
"Unrelated? Ha, Ling Qingan, you didn't say that before."
"Director Wen also mentioned that was in the past. Do I look like someone who clings to the past?"
She held a phone in one hand, and her other hand with an ID card propped against the man's chest, her body slightly leaning back, desperately trying to put distance between them.
