The parking lot suddenly fell quiet.
Chi Yue could almost hear Qiao Dongyang's heavy breaths.
"In your heart, who am I?"
Chi Yue opened her mouth, then slowly closed it again.
"You are a good person."
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
Qiao Dongyang's gaze was forlorn yet tender, "Chi Yue, am I really nothing to you?"
"You are Mr. Qiao."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Qiao Dongyang nodded, his voice growing heavier, "I'll ask you one more time, Chi Yue, in your heart, what exactly am I to you, Qiao Dongyang?"
He repeated this question, each time like a sledgehammer striking Chi Yue's heart. She became irritated and confused, impatiently lifting her head with a cold, ruthless gaze, "Mr. Qiao sought me out just to ask this? Aren't you bored? Who you are, don't you have any idea yourself? You are nothing!"
Qiao Dongyang stared at her, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted.
