Qin Jingzhi, clad in a black suit, had an expressionless face that looked cold and arrogant.
This reminded her of that night when she knelt before him, and he bore the same aloof expression.
She used to think that maybe one day she could get close to him again, but now she realized that the distance between them was something she could never breach.
"Oh, Chu Qing, you're here too," a female voice rang out.
Only then did Ren Chuqing notice that the person accompanying Qin Jingzhi was Zhao Qianshan. So the "Miss Zhao" her colleagues mentioned was Zhao Qianshan?
Qin Jingzhi's steps halted, and his gaze fell upon Ren Chuqing's face.
There was still a wound on her forehead, which she tried to cover with foundation, but some traces were still visible.
The image of her bleeding forehead and her pleading look from that night flashed across his mind, causing an unexpected stab of pain in his heart.
