Shen Hanyu's expression was a sinister one Sang Qianqian had never seen before. The temperature between his brows was so dark that it made her shiver.
He recalled what Sang Qianqian had said to him that night. She had said that it was very tiring to be with him and she would rather be at ease with Wen Xu.
He stared at the girl who had her eyes lowered the whole time. His eyes were rolling with dark clouds and his expression changed several times.
For a moment, he really wanted to strangle her to death.
She said that she had liked him for many years and wanted to be with him even if she didn't want a status. Was her love so cheap?
It was like child's play; she could put in feelings as easily as turning around and leaving.
"Sang Qianqian," he gritted his teeth, "How much of what you said back then was true?"
She finally raised her head and met his gaze. His clear eyes were like a deep stream, calm and clear, even excessively cold.
