"She is in the right, yet she was still bullied, and she can't even ask for an apology? Who exactly is the one being mean-spirited and unforgiving here?"
Everyone turned to look at the speaker. The man standing at the door was in his late twenties. He had phoenix eyes and thin lips, and his piercing gaze and stern eyes were as cold and sharp as a hawk's.
He had both his hands in his pockets. The cuffs of his white shirt were turned out and embellished turquoise cufflinks, looking very stylish. He was tall, slender, and neat. And in his long black trench coat, he gave off a refined and refreshing yet ruffian aura.
They were dressed fairly lightly as the merciless cold wind rushed in.
Song Fengwan saw the person who came and gritted her teeth. Knowing he saw me go from stubborn and aggressive to weak and vulnerable, this feeling… is terrible.
Her gaze had a mix of both embarrassment and stubbornness.
