Hurt to the Extreme

Qiao Nian only raised her eyelids. She had thin eyelids and extremely dark pupils. When she looked at people, she appeared indifferent and wicked, as if she was wild and untamable.

"Five years."

Her tone was casual and loose.

It cut off all conversation.

Shen Jingyan was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to start a conversation for a while. Fortunately, the waiter brought him the coffee. He took a sip and eased his sorrow a little, then looked at her again.

He seemed to consider his tone, and said slowly, "I heard your parents talk about what happened in the past six months…"

Qiao Nian's motion of stirring the drink paused for a second, and she raised her eyes to look at him.

Shen Jingyan felt as if her light gaze was piercing through him, and he almost dodged her sight. But after all, he had seen the world and was not someone like Qiao Weimin who dealt with business circles all day long.