"Is there anything else?" Jian Qing slightly raised her eyebrow, maintaining her nonchalant demeanor, "If not, I'll be going first."
Having said this, Jian Qing walked away from her. As she brushed past Chu Ruohan, she heard Chu Ruohan whisper, "Jian Qing, no matter what, you and him are not suitable."
She didn't specify who "he" was, but she knew that Jian Qing understood what she meant.
Hearing this, Jian Qing stopped in her tracks, a scornful laugh escaping from her lips. "Well, has anyone ever told you that your jealousy really isn't attractive?"
The icy voice echoed, each word hitting Chu Ruohan like a sharp blade plunged straight into her heart.
Chu Ruohan clenched her fists, her face suddenly turning somber. Seeing the figure in front of her making her way away, she was itching to physically confront her.
Jian Qing ignored Chu Ruohan's ugly expression and headed straight for the elevator. Chu Ruohan watched the elevator doors close, her feet rooted to the ground.
