Gong Fengjiao felt extremely uncomfortable, but at this moment, she didn't want to say anything more.
Moreover, he had berated her so harshly over the phone last night. She, Gong Fengjiao, was a renowned model and a celebrity, after all—how could she possibly swallow this insult!
"Two years? Ha…" Qi Longbing looked at her, his deep eyes filled with an indifference that suggested he found nothing more amusing. "Then how come I don't remember your scent in my bed at all?"
His words instantly made Gong Fengjiao's face burn. How could he say such things about me!
"Someone, please show Miss Gong out," Qi Longbing said in a lackluster tone, his expression weary and devoid of warmth.
Gong Fengjiao was infuriated. But now that she had come, how could she just leave? No, I absolutely can't leave like this.
