Just that...
Qi Ming looked at the figure in front of him, feeling somewhat puzzled—
How had Wen Qiao suddenly stopped liking him?
He could feel very clearly that when she was with him, Wen Qiao did not like him one bit anymore.
As fervently as Qiao had chased him before, now she was equally indifferent toward him.
He wasn't so much distressed or anything, just very curious, curious about what exactly had changed in Qiao's heart.
Tracing the root of the change, it seemed her shift had occurred after the engagement with his little uncle?
Qi Ming's spirit was jolted once again.
If he had known earlier that his little uncle was the one who had saved him from the abyss of suffering, why would he have worried for so long?
He should have simply packaged his little uncle and delivered him straight to Wen Qiao.
