Sheng Qingxue watched as Beitang left, then suddenly maneuvered her wheelchair, chasing after him—
At that moment, Gong Beitang had poured a glass of water in the office, without taking a sip, before slamming it down onto the desk.
Drops of boiled water splattered on the desk, glistening and twinkling.
Gong Beiyao! Gong Beiyao! Was her world comprised only of Gong Beiyao!?
Utterly speechless!
He had been by her side for so long, and she hadn't even glanced at him once!?
Huh, she didn't even know what she wanted, how could she notice others!?
Strange, what exactly was he angry about?!
He clenched his fist and thumped it heavily onto the desk.
Just then, a figure appeared at the door.
Qingxue, sitting in her wheelchair, stopped at the doorway and knocked on the door.
"Hey, Gong Beitang…"
"What is it?!" He glared coldly at her, only realizing it was her after the words had left his mouth, and he was aware his tone had been harsh.
