***
Qiao Chutian's eyes deepened.
Those words were like a thorn pricking at his heart.
Yes, there was also Lin Na.
Lin Na had been with him for ten years, from her girlhood until now.
How many decades of companionship can one have in a lifetime?
Although he found himself feeling increasingly indifferent toward Lin Na after marrying Mai Xiaomai, he even began to find her somewhat objectionable.
But after all, they had a decade of emotions between them, which could not be easily severed.
Moreover, he had a contract to marry Lin Na after three years.
He had never been one to break his promises.
Could he really betray Lin Na?
How much harm and blow would that be to her?
Thinking of these things made his heart restless and annoyed; he picked up a bottle of mineral water from the side and began to drink.
"Mai Zi——"
Feng Qinglang's voice arrived before he did.
