Qiao Ling also knew that this plan wouldn't succeed without Lin Ruan. She was aware that Lin Ruan was not someone to be easily manipulated; if she wanted her to complete this plan, she had to make some effort to appease her.
Understanding the stakes, Qiao Ling smiled and said, "Since Miss Lin doesn't want to go, I'll go instead. You wait here."
With that, Qiao Ling gracefully walked over holding her wine glass.
"Brother Chengfeng, why are you sitting here alone?"
Wei Chengfeng looked up at her, his expression stern, "Is there something you need?"
"What's this? You don't even want to greet me now?" Qiao Ling pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, sipping her wine, "I know you hate me, resent me for what happened years ago. I admit it was my fault, but does that mean you have to speak to me with such coldness? Even if we don't have the same bond anymore, does it mean the childhood connection we shared also doesn't exist?"
