Wen Qiao shuffled toward the car door, turning sideways to lean against the seat, enveloped in a cloud of loneliness.
Fu Jinghen noticed her reaction completely but remained still, only his eyes gradually filled with amusement.
Wen Qiao felt that at this moment, there was no one more pitiful than herself in the world. She happily came to attend the press conference, only to be drugged, and after starving for a whole day and night, she finally got a bite of hot porridge. Spending two lifeless days in the hospital smelling antiseptic, she finally got out, coincidentally during Christmas, thinking she could shake off the bad luck, but then!
That dog Fu Jinghen actually showed no response at all.
She truly was too pitiful.
