"Ziming, what's wrong?"
Qiao Jingyun felt aggrieved upon seeing the man indifferently sweep his eyes across her.
Ever since their first meeting many years ago, he had never treated her in such a cold way.
This was despite the man before her not liking to smile and having almost no expression.
While he was very cold, as if he were an iceberg that would never melt, she was clear that he treated her a little more special.
He was especially tolerant and generous to her.
In the past, every time she saw his heartless treatment of other people, she would secretly feel smug.
Now, this special treatment was suddenly gone.
This man treating her coldly, just like any average person, made her angry and frantic.
Only now was she realizing how much influence that woman had on this high and mighty man.
Also… how much influence this would affect her.
