Wei Chengfeng wore a cold expression on his face, not sparing her an extra glance as he spoke in a frosty voice, "No."
For all these years, Wei Chengfeng had never treated her this way. Qiao Ling felt a pain sharp as a knife within her heart, yet she still wore a face of aggrievement.
"I know I was wrong this time, but I did it because I love you. Can't you forgive me just this once?"
Finally, Wei Chengfeng stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, saying, "Don't talk about this anymore in the future. There's no question of forgiveness. Since Su Li isn't pursuing the matter any further, I won't ask about it either. Someone is calling me over there; I need to go."
Watching his retreating figure, Qiao Ling's lips almost burst open from biting, and her eyes were filled with a hateful glare.
Su Li?
When did she start occupying his heart?
When did he stop being the Brother Chengfeng she knew?
