"Miss Qin..."
Lu Changchuan's voice was cold and deep, "We are not familiar enough for such intimate terms. As for meeting, I don't see the necessity."
Her passion was shattered by the man's icy voice.
In the airport hall, Qin Wanyi felt as if she had plunged into an ice cavern.
"Lu... ninth master..."
When she spoke again, her voice had lost its previous brilliance and cheer.
Qin Wanyi clenched the handle of her luggage trolley tightly, calming herself before saying, "After all, we have been schoolmates for four years, I thought there was at least some camaraderie between us."
Her affectionate coquetry he did not accept.
The playful banter still met with no response.
Qin Wanyi's forced smile was on the verge of falling apart.
Then she heard the cold voice on the other end question, "Does Miss Qin have something to say?"
The strictly-business attitude caused a moment of panic in Qin Wanyi's heart.
