Tang Yanqi walked back a short distance, the indifference in her eyes and the deep loneliness had not fully withdrawn. Suddenly, a shadow appeared above her head. Looking up, Tang Yanqi was startled and took a step back.
Sheng Jianan? Why is he here?
Tang Yanqi hastily concealed all the emotions from her eyes, returning to her usual calm as she looked at Sheng Jianan. But it was too late. Sheng Jianan had clearly seen all her indifference, as well as the small sense of hurt that mingled behind it.
Sheng Jianan was dressed simply in a shirt and trousers, with his suit jacket casually draped over his left arm. The whole person carried a few hints of laziness amid his boldness, which inexplicably made him appear charmingly handsome.
Tang Yanqi composed herself, looking at him calmly: "Mr. Sheng."
Last night, she seemed to have made him angry. Tang Yanqi didn't know what Sheng Jianan was here for now. But surely it wasn't because she made him angry and he's here to beat her up?
