"You can discuss the matter over the phone, there's no need to meet in person," Jian Qing said indifferently, her deep clear eyes as calm as water.
"Jian Qing, is it really so hard for you to see me?" On the other end of the line, hearing Jian Qing's words, Chu Yihen's face fell, his eyes losing their glimmer.
He clearly never hurt her, so why did she detest him so much? Was it because of Ruohan's issue, which she also blamed him for?
"Five minutes, you've already wasted one minute. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up," Jian Qing said, her voice clear and cold.
Chu Yihen gripped his phone tightly, his veins bulging. "Jian Qing, name your condition, as long as you're willing to spare Ruohan."
