"Are you so sure you can get me?" Qiao Xiguan raised an eyebrow.
"Of course. I never do anything I'm not certain about."
"You think I'd like you?"
"Of course. Like I said, I never do anything I'm not certain about."
Qiao Xiguan scoffed with irony, "I really admire your confidence."
"I admire myself too."
"Well, you can keep admiring yourself because I'm not sticking around." Qiao Xiguan stood up, ready to leave.
Qi Lingfeng suddenly grabbed her wrist with a jerk, pulling her forcefully, making her lose control and lunge towards him—she ended up crashing right into his chest, which for a split second made it seem as though she was throwing herself into his arms willingly.
Qiao Xiguan felt a shiver inside, just as she was about to get angry.
Qi Lingfeng whispered in her ear, "Gu Zichen is behind you."
Qiao Xiguan froze.
Qi Lingfeng's lips curved into a malevolent smile as he watched Gu Zichen appear in the hall in his wheelchair, a moderate distance from them.