As Qi Miao became more considerate, Qi Ming's guilt only deepened.
He felt useless, unable to stand up for her even at her own birthday banquet, and then she had to comfort him instead.
Looking down at her gently clasped white hands, the expression in Qi Ming's eyes was unreadable.
Qi Miao didn't know what Qi Ming was thinking, but as she saw him remain silent, she became a little worried in her heart.
Although she had left the Qi family, she really didn't want to be completely estranged from them.
She still had several million in savings, but since childhood, she had always lived an upper-class lifestyle. Several million was what the Qi family would spend on a wristwatch.
She simply couldn't endure such a day of falling from the clouds to the mud pit.
If Qi Ming couldn't find a way for her to return to the Qi Family, then she would have to think of other ways.
Seeing Qi Miao's knitted brows and unhidden sadness in her eyes, Qi Ming felt anxious.
