A tight slap to her face
Xi Ting turned around and saw how pitiful Nie Mianmian looked, but he seemed unfazed. When he spoke, it was with a distant coldness, "What are you doing here? Didn't I already tell you that I'm not free to meet you today?"
His cold attitude was a stark contrast from the gentle one he showed Qin Yan just seconds ago.
When he looked at Qin Yan, it was with love and gentleness. But when facing Nie Mianmian, it was coldness and more coldness.
There was even distance in his eyes. His attitude was killing Nie Mianmian. The tears that had welled up in her eyes finally trickled down her face.
Tearing up, Nie Mianmian complained, "Ah Ting, do you have to be like this? You don't have the time to meet me, but the moment you heard that Qin Yan is here, you actually walked out of an important meeting just to see her?"