Wei Chengfeng squinted his eyes and asked coldly, "What do you want to say?"
Qiao Ling just smiled, but didn't continue speaking.
She was clearly playing coy, waiting to see Wei Chengfeng's anxious expression, waiting to see his anger.
How could Wei Chengfeng not see through her little game? He lightly tapped his fingers on the table, his expression unchanged, "Qiao Ling, say it if you want to, if not, then just leave quickly."
Of course, Qiao Ling wouldn't leave. She stood up, leaning forward slightly with her hands on the table, a playful smile in her beautiful eyes.
"Actually, you also want to know who that man is, don't you?"
Yes, he did want to know.
Wei Chengfeng leaned back against the chair, clearly wanting to distance himself from her, "I actually already know about this. You don't need to waste your efforts trying to drive a wedge between her and me. Let me just tell you, no matter what happens between her and me, nothing will ever happen between you and me."
