She glanced at Su Han, a trace of sadness on her face, "You also really dislike me, don't you?"
Qiao Yushan drained her glass, having downed two cups in one go.
Su Han took notice, the alcohol content was not low either.
"I don't dislike you, I have no reason to dislike you," Su Han said directly, he spoke the truth—where was there any dislike for Qiao Yushan?
Indeed, the more he spent time with Qiao Yushan, the more he felt sympathy for her.
A woman, controlling the entire Qiao Corporation, one could only imagine the pressure. She had to adopt a protective coloration, even put on a mask—partly to protect herself and partly for the sake of the Qiao Corporation.
She had to be strong, even if it was just pretending to be strong, because she could not take even half a step back. Behind her lay the entire Qiao Corporation, all the hopes and pressures resting on her shoulders.
