He let out a cold, disdainful hum. Qin Fan had no intention of using his departure to escape this established reality. After steadying his breathing, he took large strides upstairs without a single glance in Xu Jiayi's direction.
This sent a complex and bitter feeling swirling in the depths of Xu Jiayi's heart.
What kind of blow is this? I am the daughter of the second-in-command of the provincial department, backed by a father who will very likely make his way into Beijing, yet I'm repeatedly ignored and even treated with humiliating contempt.
But faced with Qin Fan's mysterious and almost heaven-defying assets, she calmly accepted it. She even secretly encouraged herself with the proverb, "Plum blossoms get their fragrance from the bitter cold."
