Shen Jingyan recalled the cold and interesting smile on the young man's lips before he left and finally understood what he meant.
Qiao Nian wasn't just the Qiao family's tool to climb up the ladder.
It was still his, Shen Jingyan's, ladder!
He had stood on the wrong side and let the Qin family benefit for nothing.
…
After eating the hotpot.
The sun had not set at five or six in the afternoon in August. As soon as she came out of the hotpot restaurant, Qiao Nian lowered the brim of her cap, her eyes quite dry.
Just then, her phone rang.
Qiao Nian took out her phone and saw that it was a message from Ye Lan. She thanked her for the gift and asked if she had eaten and if she wanted to eat at the old residence.
Qiao Nian looked at the message. With her hand in her pocket, she looked up and opened her eyes. For some reason, she looked at the man who walked out with the car key.
