Tang Huai merely cast a indifferent glance at the doorway, withdrew her gaze, and emotionlessly swept a look over the letter in Jing Peng's hand, then her cold gaze, slowly shifted to Jing Peng's face.
When Jing Peng heard Jing Xuan's words, his eyes were fixed on Jing Xuan, but upon realizing the cold stare upon himself, he subconsciously looked back at Tang Huai.
As their eyes met, Tang Huai's gaze was piercingly cold, tinged with a resolute hatred. Jing Peng was taken aback, felt a tightness in his chest, his dark pupils flickered with confusion. Why was Tang Huai looking at him with such eyes?
Suddenly, Tang Huai's lips curled into a smile, sour and pathetic.
In her past life, she must have been blind to have fallen for a man like Jing Peng!
Mrs. Jing came over to take Jing Xuan's hand, having completely forgotten about the quarrel earlier, and happily said, "Jing Xuan, you're back? Are you going to stay for the Mid-Autumn Festival before leaving?"
