She naturally assumed that Luo Xiaoqian was the type of promiscuous woman who would sell herself for money; any sympathy she initially felt disappeared without a trace.
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Inside the Rolls-Royce.
Luo Xiaoqian curled up in one corner of the seat, staring at the streetlights slipping by the window, biting her lips tightly, without uttering a word.
"Come here!"
Leng Zimo spoke lightly from the opposite seat.
Indifferent, Luo Xiaoqian, whose mind was in complete disarray, didn’t even hear his voice.
Now, her head was full of Lu Hao.
Ten years—how could she forget the man she had loved for a decade just like that?
The most painful thing in the world isn’t about not getting what you seek or losing it after you’ve had it, but betrayal.
After her father died, she and her mother depended on each other for survival. And after her mother’s death from illness, Lu Hao’s presence had almost become Luo Xiaoqian’s pillar of support; his betrayal felt like the whole world collapsing around her.
"Come here!"
Anger tinged Leng Zimo’s voice.
What kind of person was Leng Zimo? Experienced in reading people, he saw through Luo Xiaoqian with just one glance. Since she returned to the private room, he had noticed something was off about her. She ended the conversation with Anderson hastily, despite having much more to discuss, and brought her back.
In the elevator, he even indulged her with a kiss.
And her?!
She had just been begging him, and now that she had used him enough, she was ignoring him. What did she take him for?!
"What do you want?!"
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