Unexpectedly, fate works in such mysterious ways. Just as An Yiqing finished investigating Long Jing's background, this woman appeared.
Indeed, just like the woman in the photo, her eyes were filled with wild arrogance, looking at An Yiqing as if she were an ant, full of disdain and contempt, even looking at An Yiqing as if she were looking at trash.
Slightly frowning, An Yiqing felt very uncomfortable with Long Jing's gaze. Arrogance she could accept, disdain and contempt were also fine, but looking at her like trash, what did that mean?
What about her appearance made this woman dislike her?
"What do you want?" Long Jing suddenly spoke, her voice as cold as her appearance, like a menopausal woman with a frigid demeanor.
"Miss," An Yiqing suddenly smiled, instantly blossoming like flowers, even making Long Jing pause for a moment.
"Miss, are you in a hurry?"
