Qiao Qing ordered, "Open up all the windows and take away all the bottles of alcohol in here."
"Yes." Qi Feng acted like Qiao Qing was his other boss. The moment the orders were said, he began to move.
Feng Heng now stared at Qiao Qing with bright eyes, "You care about me."
Qiao Qing's voice was as calm as usual, "You're my friend. Of course, I care about you."
Feng Heng bitterly responded, "At every moment, you remind me of how we are friends. You're not allowing me to dream at all? Is he worth all your love?"
When she heard this, she turned to leave. Feng Heng, however, grabbed onto her from behind.
"Feng Heng!" Qiao Qing pushed him away, "I don't want to fight you. So…"
"I'm sorry."
Feng Heng's words stopped Qiao Qing from moving.
"I'm sorry. You must be disappointed in me right now. I really do wish I could turn back time and stop myself from saying those bastard things. Qingqing, I'm really sorry. You hate me right?"
