Su Hongxing looked at Ye Qilan. Ye Qilan was also looking at her, his narrow eyes full of curiosity without any trace of spare emotion.
She had long found Ye Qilan strange. His bedroom was white, his clothes were either black or white, and his gaze was icy cold when watching sensuous videos, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Despite the horde of women falling head over heels for him, he remained indifferent.
He never smiled, yet he loved to watch others laugh...
Su Hongxing averted her gaze, whispering, "This is his business, it has nothing to do with me!"
A man as powerful as Ye Qilan does not need her sympathy. Even if he lacks human emotion, his life is still full of vigor and dynamism.
She was too embroiled in her own problems, with her life in shambles, how could she possibly spare any sympathy for Ye Qilan?
