For the past two days, Xiao Ying had felt like she was suffering in a pot of oil.
It had hurt before, but hearing him say it now, her heart still hurt.
If there had been no guests in the conference room, she might have hit him.
She wasn't a plaything that had no temper at all.
At the very most, they would part ways and she would leave the palace!
Looking at Xiao Ying's pale face, Long Ming did not explain anything. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the meeting room.
Seeing Xiao Ying enter, the middle-aged couple sized her up carefully.
There was a warm smile in their eyes.
Seeing their friendly attitude, Xiao Ying could only squeeze out a smile and nod at them. However, she secretly pulled her hand away from Long Ming's.
