Ye Jun Qing sat by her side, his deep-set eyes stared at her thin face. He felt that it was less than a minute before a bodyguard came in insisting, "Master Qing, five minutes have passed, please leave the room."
Looking at Xia Ye Zhao, who was still leisurely flipping through a book by her side, Ye Jun Qing's feelings rose above mere jealousy. He now bore a grudge against his brother-in-law, and there was no future for their plastic friendship!
Ye Jun Qing, with a pace that declared a total break-up, left the room. Returning to his car, his face was as gloomy as the prelude to a storm.
Xiao Yun stood outside the car, wanting to laugh but fearing that he would frown, could only quietly advise, "Master Qing, Mr. Song is willing to let you visit for five minutes every hour, it shows that they still want to give you a chance, and they want you to learn the value of cherishing these five minutes."