Yao Qing stared at Fu Moyi's decidedly unpleasant complexion, as if trying to see through him to what thoughts were lurking in his heart.
Fu Moyi felt an inexplicable emptiness inside him and avoided her gaze unconsciously.
Yao Qing suddenly curled her lips into a smile, with boundless indifference at the bottom of her eyes.
"Isn't a conceded love nothing more than alms? Doesn't it make you sick to your stomach?"
"It's still better than having nothing at all."
Yao Qing's eyes gradually grew colder, devoid of any warmth.
She picked up the document, stood up, and walked away. Fu Moyi thought about stopping her but ended up not moving after all.
However, as she was opening the door, a figure darted out from the side and pushed her, causing her to stagger backward a few steps.
Before Yao Qing could steady herself, she heard a familiar female voice next to her ear.
