Zhang Ziwen and her eyes met, a complex look passing through her beautiful eyes, filled with resent, helplessness, and an inexpressible longing. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang in his heart, a sharp pain. Her helpless and frustrated eyes tugged at his heartstrings. She moved at a leisurely pace, her gaze never leaving his. She saw the tenderness in his eyes, desiring to steal a few more glances at him.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?" Yang Qian noticed her unusual behavior and followed her line of sight towards Zhang Ziwen's direction. Recognizing him, her eyebrows furrowed, "...Do you know him? He's a conman." Yang Qian heard from Liu Zhan about Zhang Ziwen's deceiving behavior in the arms dealing business. Being made a fool by his possibly fake P.P. watch had embarrassed her beyond measure. The memory of her humiliation that evening made Yang Qian's heart fill with resentment and she glared at Zhang Ziwen.
