"Miss, do you mean to say that you're not an orphan?" "Then your parents…" "You don't agree with what Old Madam Leng said?" Reporters who didn't understand sign language speculated amongst themselves.
Leng Chenxuan, however, understood her meaning. He crossed his arms and decided not to help her because she had actually told the reporters she didn't want to marry him! How that wounded his pride—this was the first time a woman had rejected him like this, and he hadn't even proposed yet. A surge of anger filled his chest, churning uncontrollably.
"…" Qianxue stood amid the crowd, feeling like a desperate traveler in a desert. She was surrounded by a tempest of sand, oppressive and suffocating, and the only man who could have helped her was standing to the side, arms crossed, enjoying the spectacle!
"…" She heard her own tears falling, saw Old Madam Leng's mean-spirited eyes flicker, replaced by disdainful disgust. Her heart ached even more.
