"Why are you staring at me like that?" Wang Tingting's face was getting hot, and Li Qiang's gaze was so intense that it left her feeling a bit overwhelmed.
"You're beautiful, you know, especially when you're seriously contemplating the future—it really dazzles." Li Qiang didn't think his comment was flirtatious, but rather a simple expression of his own thoughts.
These words fell into Wang Tingting's ears, and she couldn't be happier. Her whole life had been especially exhausting, and no matter how well she did, no one ever praised her. Her family would only say that it was her duty, and as she gained more status over time, the look people gave her was one of respect.
But their respect was always purposeful, more adulation than anything else. This kind of straightforward, unbiased compliment from Li Qiang was something she was experiencing for the first time.
Wang Tingting felt her eyes getting warm. She pursed her lips, unsure how to react for a moment.
