However, the man's expression remained unchanged, his voice indifferent as he asked, "Are you done?"
Liang Manyue's face showed a clear sense of hurt as she looked at him, tears seeming on the verge of spilling over, yet they stayed within her eyes. "Shiqian, do you really hate me that much?"
His tone was still indifferent, "I don't hate you, it's just that we're about to have dinner."
Liang Manyue looked at his deep and detached face, unable to glimpse any hint of his real emotions, let alone affection. Feeling disappointed, she turned her gaze back to the woman beside him.
Wearing a red knee-length coat and high-heeled ankle boots, which gave her originally delicate figure an inexplicable presence, her hair was tied up in a youthful bun, with stray locks falling down. Only her face was obscured by a scarf and black thick-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to discern her features clearly.
