Qi Jincheng sat in his office chair, his long legs slightly bent as he lifted his head to glance at Su Beibei's tear-stained face.
He said gravely, "Don't always overthink things. I'm very busy with work here and don't have time to keep you company."
Until now, he did not know why Su Beibei had suddenly come from the capital to be here, especially insisting on coming to the company with him this morning.
Su Beibei's eyes reddened further, her hands clutching her clothes fiercely: "Jincheng, I..."
Nowadays, Jincheng's attitude towards her had become more and more perfunctory and distant. What methods had that wretched woman used to make Jincheng treat her like this?
Her eyes blurry with tears, her face filled with grievance, she was nonetheless sensible and swallowed the rest of her words, nodding forcefully, "I understand, Jincheng. I'm just afraid that our relationship has suddenly turned cold. In my heart, you have always been as important as my own family."
"Hmm."