The best debutante of days past had shed all her previous grandeur and was just as anxious as a commoner now. "Lenghan, you need to trust me, you have to trust me." Meng Xinyan only felt a deep sadness in her heart now. Su Lenghan's apathy was too much for her to bear.
He wasn't like this in the past. He had been so gentle to her. After basking in his love and care, how could she accept his coldness now?
He should have hugged her. Instead, his eyes were cold, as though she was a stranger.
"Lenghan, please say something. Don't be like this. I feel very sad," said Meng Xinyan as she fought back her tears. She didn't care much for how she looked now—all she could think about was Su Lenghan.
Su Lenghan looked at the haggard and weak Meng Xinyan and finally gave in. He sighed softly and said, "This isn't the place to talk. Follow me to my office!"
