"Let's head back," Sang Qiao said as she hastened her steps toward the company's skyscraper.
Su Nuanying didn't chase after her this time, feeling as if she couldn't save face. They were, after all, cousins, yet Sang Qiao was so heartless as to not only withhold help but also be so cruel.
Thinking of this, her heart ached unbearably.
"Xingxing, don't be sad. It's all my fault. I'm to blame for ruining your relationship with Sister Qiao," Fu Xing wrapped his arms around her waist, uttering these comforting words.
Yet, he felt she was incompetent, not as wealthy as Sang Qiao, and had failed in their negotiations with her.
This made it clear that Su Nuanying didn't hold a high place in Sang Qiao's heart, not even as much as Meng Jiahe, an outsider!
"It's not your fault. The person who has changed is Qiao. She's so self-righteous; in her eyes, people are not allowed to make mistakes, not a bit of tolerance. I was the one who misjudged her before."
