Qiao Nian hung up.
Actually, she was still angry at Tang Wanru and Jiang Zongnan.
Looking up, she saw him.
Ye Wangchuan's eyelashes were lowered and his straight nose looked fatally attractive under the corridor light.
It was like a thick and colorful painting.
It instantly soothed the frustration in her heart.
The corners of Ye Wangchuan's mouth curled up. As if he could feel her pause, he gently and attentively lifted her black hair that covered her brow bones, revealing her forehead. "Nian Nian, don't be angry at people who aren't worth it.
"The best punishment for them is to ignore them."
Qiao Nian felt his finger brush past her glabella. Her eyelashes moved slightly, and the frustration in her heart faded like a tide.
Suddenly, she was not so angry anymore. She put the phone back in her pocket and returned to her usual casual and surly self. "Yes, let's go."
