"You're overthinking it, Bai Xuelian. She and I are really just ordinary friends."
Zhang Xiaomeng answered with his usual expression, but Bai Xuelian's face looked terrible.
She did not wish to argue with Zhang Xiaomeng any longer; she simply looked at Zhang Xiaomeng with a resentful gaze and, after a moment of silence, she spoke:
"Have you been very busy lately? Why haven't you contacted me?"
"Isn't it because the pharmaceutical factory has had a lot on its plate? I've been too busy, so I didn't contact you."
"You're lying. I think you've forgotten your old love for a new one. Zhang Xiaomeng, you can't be so heartless."
Bai Xuelian glared at Zhang Xiaomeng and suddenly felt a sourness in her nose and moisture in her eyes.
Although the age difference between her and Zhang Xiaomeng was huge, and she was a married woman,
her husband was practically useless and could not perform a man's duties.
