She couldn't understand his arrival. Wasn't it clear that he despised her so much he didn't even want to look at her?
Facing those eyes devoid of warmth, Feng Jinglei didn't speak. Instead, she slightly lowered her face, not even glancing at the man standing over her, silently waiting for him to speak.
"Spending my grandfather's money as you please, you're indeed living a carefree life." His handsome and charming face had a hint of coldness, making him appear even more unattainable and distant.
Feng Jinglei's movement paused, a faint ache revisiting her heart due to his sarcasm.
Why, even though he was so ruthless and heartless, why did her heart still ache for him?
She wanted desperately to put down her knife and fork, clutching the spot on her left chest that was throbbing intensely.
But because of the man's presence, she ultimately didn't do it and instead hid the pain, suddenly standing up.
