The two sat by the window, Sheng Jianan crossing his long legs, staring coldly at the person opposite, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
Lu Qilin ignored his sarcasm, took a sip of coffee and spoke up: "I once said that if you ever made Yanxi sad, I would certainly take her away, no matter who you are. I don't know what happened between you and Yanxi that made her leave you so resolutely, but I know you must have hurt her deeply, otherwise she wouldn't have left. In that regard, Mr. Sheng, you're not good enough for her."
The fire gradually gathered in Sheng Jianan's eyes as he realized that he might not have been there for that woman when she needed him most, missing her saddest days.
Sheng Jianan himself wished he could beat himself up, and Lu Qilin's words undoubtedly poured oil on the flames. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his hands clenched into fists, as if he would jump up the next second to tear the person in front of him apart.
