Qiao Mianmian heard footsteps behind her and finally stopped.
She then turned around with an awful expression.
"Gong Zeli, what are you trying to do? Didn't I already make things clear to you? Can you not follow me? I don't want to be misunderstood."
She was really afraid of more scandals.
Gong Zeli's expression changed, and his eyes dimmed for a moment. But after a few seconds, his eyes lit up again. "So, you're afraid that others will misunderstand us, so you ignored me? It's not that you don't want to talk to me?"
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
"Mr. Gong, do you have to make me sound so awful? Can't you tell that I don't want to talk to you? Didn't I say that we should treat each other as strangers when we meet in the future? Did I not make myself clear? Do I need to say it again?"
The light in Gong Zeli's eyes only lasted for a few seconds before dimming again.
