Whenever Long Ziheng mentioned Long Chengyu, his indifferent eyes would briefly falter before swiftly returning to normal.
"He's quite dedicated to Longteng."
With a smile that wasn't quite a smile, he let out these words, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, though the gaze beneath his sunglasses was somewhat cold.
"Now he is the heir to the Long Family, the president of Longteng, so being dedicated is expected, isn't it?"
Hua Qingyin said with a smile in response.
"From the sound of it, you seem quite unwilling. If Long Zilin were still alive, you'd now be Longteng's lady of the house, wouldn't you? How come? With Long Zilin dead, I haven't seen you getting any closer to Long Chengyu?"
Long Ziheng's voice was filled with disdain as he indifferently withdrew his gaze.
At Long Ziheng's words, Hua Qingyin's face stiffened for a moment. After hesitating for quite a while, she finally replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."
