She suddenly couldn't be sure if this text message had really come from him.
Because it was indeed too amateurish.
Li Qiao cleared her throat, not wanting to continue this pointless conversation.
After all, neither of them could persuade the other.
She lowered her leg, picked up the mobile phone from the table, and started pacing forward.
Behind her, there was Xiao Yehui's suddenly somber inquiry, "Xiao Qi, have you made your decision?
With her back to him, Li Qiao's steps slowed for a few seconds, "You're right, as of now, our stances indeed differ."
With those words, she expressed her choice.
Xiao Yehui's body shook, and as he turned to look at her retreating figure, his calm and composed expression finally showed a self-mocking smile, "You do realize the consequences of choosing him, right?"
He stated this interrogative sentence with an indescribable tone of declaration.
