Chapter 33: Chapter 33: He Cong Became a Janitor?

I looked at him and blinked.

It seemed like I understood why he suddenly burst into this unnamed fire tonight.

I called him at noon, pleading with him to let He Cong go; could it be that he took me seriously?

The tone I used was so sarcastic that even He Cong could hear it.

I couldn't believe that someone as shrewd as Sang Qi couldn't pick up on it.

When did his IQ drop?!

Suppressing my lips, I couldn't help but smirk proudly.

Could it be that tonight, with lipstick marks, perfume scent, and three or four women surrounding him like hungry wolves, was this all to show off to me?

Quite childish, really, but for some reason, it lifted my spirits a bit.

I also turned to face him directly.

The crystal light on the ceiling was as bright as daylight, and in his eyes, I could see myself.

They say you are what you are in someone else's eyes.

At this moment, in his eyes, I was beautiful.

Like a fairy wrapped in an ethereal aura.