Tang Shaosheng's face never looked good. When facing other women, he always smiled warmly and charmingly, but when facing Ziyan, his feigned smile would vanish, his face icy cold as if he were a creditor demanding payment.
Seeing that he didn't speak, and glancing at the woman clinging to his arm, Ziyan's expression remained calm as water, with no hint of resentment visible in her eyes. Indifferently, she said, "You go ahead and get busy, I'm heading back."
Tang Shaosheng took a step to block her path again: "Coincidentally, I'm also on my way back."
Ziyan didn't reply, unsure of what he wanted to do. To bring a woman along just to insult her? Did he take pleasure in this?
Unfortunately for him, she felt no disappointment. She had grown numb to the ever-present stream of women by his side, or rather, she didn't care who was with him at all. When you don't love someone, you can achieve this level of disregard and detachment.
