His hand formed into a fist, slammed fiercely onto the table beside him, filled with resentment as he stared at the sullen Xia Qingqian, but his chest was inexplicably heavy with emotion.
He had always mistakenly thought she was the kind of woman who loved vanity. Moreover, those eyes of hers were strikingly similar to the woman who had deeply hurt him, which further fueled the anger inside him. He just wanted to fiercely exact revenge for the injury he suffered back then.
And coincidentally, this person happened to be Xia Qingqian.
"Oh, no, if you want to blame someone, blame Xiao Qian's dad. If it weren't for his gambling addiction, Xiao Qian's fate wouldn't have been so turbulent." The female veterinarian interpreted Beitang Yao's anger as dissatisfaction and anger at what Xiao Qian had encountered.
"Do you really hate the President Beitang who hurt her?" His tone suddenly softened a bit, but after speaking, it returned to indifference.
