"Mr. Qin, anything wrong?" Tang Yuxin placed the book on her lap. But picking up her phone placed aside, she glanced at the time. How come he hasn't returned yet? She was starving.
Tang Yuxin's seemingly rigidness at the moment made Qin Ziye feel her coldness.
He tugged at his thin lips, never having imagined there would be a day when a woman could be so heartless.
"Yuxin, thank you." It took him quite a while to utter these words, "Thank you, thank you…" Could a simple thank you really compensate for the life-saving favor?
"You're welcome," Tang Yuxin accepted his gratitude. His thanks were owed to her by right.
"Yuxin, we..." Qin Ziye had never been this humble, not even towards Guan Jing. But now, it seemed like even if Tang Yuxin ordered him to kneel, he would.
"What else is there between us?" Tang Yuxin propped up her face, wanting to know what else could possibly be left between them.
