It never used to be like this, all because of that Cheng Weiyue.
If Zhou Jingwei hadn't scolded her in front of Zhou Siheng for Cheng Weiyue, how could Zhou Siheng have treated her this way?
Qiao Jingxue stood in the wind, head lowered, her whole figure seeming to sway on the verge of collapse.
After a long time, with her eyes brimming with tears, she took one last look at the brightly lit villa, then walked away without turning back.
Zhou Siheng had just walked into the banquet hall when he was bumped into full embrace.
The girl was wearing a pink dress, her face still showing traces of childishness, apricot eyes moist and startled as she looked up from his embrace.
Zhou Siheng remembered her, Qiao Jingxue's little sister, Qiao Yesi.
He was about to ask her what was the matter for being so rash,
But she had already stepped back like a little rabbit, her eyes anxiously scanning over him, her fair face turning red as she stuttered, calling him brother-in-law.
