"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."
His face was expressionless. Qin Miaomiao looked at him and it seemed that something was quietly changing, especially the lifelessness in his eyes.
Seeing him like this, Qin Miaomiao couldn't help but ask with some concern:
"How have you been lately?"
Rong Lan's lips curved into a sarcastic smile:
"Do you still care about my life or death? You're not her, and besides, how I am has nothing to do with you anymore."
"I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. Since you're not her, you're just my boss, nothing more."
As if deliberately trying to distance himself, he turned and walked away after saying this.
Watching him leave, Qin Miaomiao unconsciously touched her chest, feeling a dull ache.
Indeed, this person still affected her a little, but at least the matter was resolved perfectly.
Whatever move Mo Wenwan would make next, she'd be ready!
At this moment, it started to snow again outside. This year's snow was particularly abundant.
