The man, who was always cold and prideful, rarely smiling or joking, somehow managed to let his thin lips curve into an extremely faint smile while looking at something on the woman's phone.
From Ming Yao's angle, it seemed he was smiling at the girl.
She had been with him for several months and had never seen him smile at her like that, had she?
Wasn't he coaxing her when she was angry?
How come he was now meeting another girl behind her back, seemingly in a secret rendezvous?
An unusual emotion rose within Ming Yao's heart, and before she could sort it out, she appeared at the corner, her heels clicking against the floor.
As she got closer, she heard the girl say to him, "Brother Ting, it would be great if Sister Shi Ying were here. I heard you married Miss Ming because Grandma Gu insisted on it?"
Enshrouded in the pale blue smoke, the man's profile was hidden and unfathomable, it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.
