Qian Bao called out her name with a darkening face.
This woman was about to drive her mad.
Not only did Mr. Qian call out, but also this humiliation to herself, and to him.
If he wanted her, why wait until now?
"I know about that," Qian Bao said, holding Zhao Jingmiao's hand and looking at her, "If I say I don't mind, can you give me a chance?"
"Also give yourself a chance."
Zhao Jingmiao's previously struggling hand stopped, and she stared blankly at Qian Bao.
That matter?
She could be sure that what Qian Bao was referring to was the matter she never wanted to mention again for the rest of her life.
"You... how do you... know?" Zhao Jingmiao's lips trembled.
"Miao Miao," Qian Bao knelt down to look at her, "That matter is in the past, let's forget it, okay?"
"But I can't forget." Zhao Jingmiao said, covering her face.
Unintentionally recalling it still makes her feel unbearably sad.
