"What? Is it very difficult for you?" He saw Xia Qingqian shake her head. "If you think you have the capital to seduce other men, then go ahead. You'll be responsible for all the consequences."
Beitang Yao's words once again hurt Xia Qingqian. She endured the slight pain as if a knife was gently carving through her heart and swallowed that bitterness down.
She lowered her head deeply, not saying a word. She just stood there, her slightly trembling eyelashes seeming to block out everything from the outside world, including Beitang Yao's indifference and arrogance, which were kept out of her sight.
"...Young Master, you never believe me..." She suppressed her voice to be very low, unable to hide a trace of disappointment in her tone.
Beitang Yao was momentarily stunned, staring directly at her sharply defined profile, his brow twitching, his chest feeling very stuffy. Xia Qingqian's lonely voice drifted into his ears.
