Qiao Qingyu listened and spoke gravely, "Lu Ye, I called you today to discuss work, not personal matters. So who that person is has nothing to do with me."
Lu Ye replied with a low voice, sounding somewhat embarrassed, "I understand."
Qiao Qingyu was the first to hang up the phone, biting her lip, feeling deeply guilty, but she had no other choice but to speak that way.
She wasn't foolish; she had long recognized Lu Ye's special feelings for her.
But it was impossible between them.
Moreover, this era placed great importance on conduct, and she couldn't afford to cast a bad influence on herself, He Xiuyu, or Lu Ye.
They were all good people.
They deserved her careful consideration.
Yet, her tone had been too cold.
On the other end, Lu Ye's face turned grim. His features were delicate and his eyes usually sparkled, making him appear vibrant most days, but not at this moment. His brow furrowed with a hint of hostility.
