Li Qingshen glanced indifferently at the video on the wall and the moment he saw Lu Niange, his expression instantly turned cold.
What is he doing here?
For this man who once had a passionate relationship with Ling Momo, Li Qingshen genuinely did not welcome him.
If it weren't for the fact that Ling Momo loved Lu Niange, and his confession could have been a goodbye, he would have confessed to that girl years ago.
And now, it wouldn't have come to this.
As years passed, some emotions did not fade with time; instead, they grew more intense, and people became increasingly timid, especially too scared to confess.
Because they feared loss more.
So Li Qingshen didn't press the remote to unlock the door, letting Lu Niange come in on his own; he chose to go out instead.
Li Qingshen opened the villa door, leaning casually against the frame, staring at Lu Niange emotionlessly, silent and uncommunicative.
