It was Fan Wei!
Nan Fei frowned, all her good mood gone in an instant.
Before, she did not care much when she saw Fan Wei, but now her heart felt as if a vinegar jar had been overturned.
Seeing Fan Wei stand in front of Huo Beijiang, flattering him with coy laughter, Nan Fei wished she could rush over and slap them both.
That'll wipe the smile off your face!
Humph!
And what about Huo Beijiang? Didn't he always say he couldn't be bothered to give other women a second glance?
So why was he now fixating on one so intently?
Nan Fei clenched her fists, bursting with the urge to confront them.
As soon as she stepped out, Fan Wei, facing the direction of the door, saw her. Her pupils contracted, and remembering the pain, anxiety, and torture due to her deep longing she had suffered recently, the resentment in her heart grew ever stronger.
She had no great ambition; she simply hoped to find someone she truly liked and who would treat her with the same wholeheartedness.
