Such a cold and indifferent man, and yet she let herself delude into thinking that maybe he truly cared for her?
However, reality told her that it was nothing more than her delusional self-assumption.
Lost in thought, the familiar ringtone of her phone suddenly rang.
The two people on the sofa simultaneously glanced at the rose-gold phone on the coffee table.
Seeing the familiar caller ID, Feng Jinglei hesitated for a few seconds, originally not intending to answer, but it was as if another version of herself compellingly picked it up.
She could not understand why she still paid attention to such an unworthy man.
Recalling the scene where he left her penniless at the restaurant by herself, Feng Jinglei's voice turned somewhat indifferent, "Hello."
"Where are you?"
On the phone, Qin Feimo's voice seemed very deep, yet it carried an irresistible force, causing Feng Jinglei to pause for a moment.
