Chen Feng never imagined that Qin Yao was actually about to get married.
"You... you're joking, right?"
Chen Feng stared at Qin Yao.
"Who would joke with you about this kind of thing? I'm really about to get married, so, please leave, and don't do this kind of thing anymore, otherwise it's not good for either of us."
Qin Yao whispered softly.
"Understood."
Chen Feng slowly let go of Qin Yao's hand.
Although he had many regrets in his heart, Chen Feng had to let go.
"You... you better go now."
Qin Yao turned away.
"Sorry for the disturbance."
Chen Feng walked away step by step and gently closed the door.
Qin Yao walked to the window, pulled back the curtain slightly, and looked down.
From this position, she could just see the office building below.
A moment later, Qin Yao saw Chen Feng leave the office building.
He lowered his head, his silhouette somewhat desolate.
That lonely figure made Qin Yao's eyes feel sour and she couldn't help herself.
