That look was all too familiar.
The two hadn't broken off their engagement, and as their feelings gradually warmed, Wen Qiao had once looked at him with that same dependent and trusting gaze.
When showing this look, she would slightly tilt her head, carrying a hint of coy coquettishness.
Each time she looked at him that way, his heart would rebel against his brain's control. He wanted nothing more than to indulge her, to pamper her; as long as she was happy, he was willing to do anything.
But now, she was using that same look on another man.
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While the 'detective squad' was busy engulfed in their tasks, Fu Jinghen also boarded the flight to West City.
The hour and a half felt unusually excruciating.
Without internet access, Fu Jinghen couldn't monitor Wen Qiao and Lin Luang's activities constantly, leaving him in relentless irritation.
