Qin Yin curved her lips slightly and said calmly, "Really?"
This question was asked very indifferently, but to Jiang Mei's ears, it sounded like complete disdain.
She bit her teeth, coldly staring at Qin Yin, her gaze falling on the wrist that Nan Sichen was holding.
She had been with Nan Sichen for so long, and he had never touched her, not even holding her hand. Never, even when he first lost his memory, and she and Old Lady Nan told him she was his lover, he was very resistant to getting close to her.
She laughed, but it was a rather sad laugh. So, in these four years, nothing had changed. No matter how good the rumors made them out to be, she knew perfectly well what the reality was.
"Ah, we're signing the contract this afternoon. Should we be getting the money ready?" Bai Zhuohua suddenly slapped her thigh and said.
