Long Ming's cold eyes only swept past Xiao Ying's face for a few seconds. Other than the bone-chilling coldness, there were no other emotions.
His handsome face was extremely cold.
Xiao Ying had attended a gathering tonight and was wearing a shirt dress. Her long hair was tied into a fish bone braid that hung on one side of her shoulders and her fair legs were exposed. She looked fresh and beautiful.
Long Ming's gaze moved away from Xiao Ying very quickly. He continued to walk forward with the woman beside him, his tall figure exuding a cold aura.
Even though he did not know her anymore, the glance they exchanged still made Xiao Ying lose her momentum.
She felt inexplicably panicked.
But she did not know why she was panicking.
In order not to meet again, Xiao Ying moved to another hotel overnight.
She would be returning to Country R in a day or two.
She might never meet Long Ming again.
…
The next day.
