Until reaching the boarding gate, Qiao Yongyong stood up, her crimson lips curving into a smile beneath her oversized black sunglasses, bidding farewell to Huo Zhenyang and Jiayi.
As she turned, the wind ruffled her long dress. She bent down to adjust it, and her sunglasses slid down slightly, revealing the severely swollen eyelids beneath. Jiayi caught a glimpse.
Those swollen eyelids could only be the result of crying all night.
After sending Qiao Yongyong and her entourage onto the plane, Jiayi and Huo Zhenyang left the airport and got into the car. Unable to resist, Jiayi pulled out her phone, intending to call Nie Yixiao.
Before she could press the first button, Huo Zhenyang snatched her phone away and placed it on the dashboard. "Don't bother calling."
She thought this jar of old sour pickles was jealous again. "I just want to ask Brother Yixiao what's going on with Miss Qiao."
"It's over." He was concise and firm.
