Lan Qiaoyan was startled as soon as she began to speak. What the hell? She had been on guard, but how did that stinky boy manage to get in touch with her daughter? To think they could run into each other here, it was just unbelievable. Could this be a cursed fate?
Hearing that the boy refused to enter Bowan Building and wanted to strike out on his own, she breathed a sigh of relief and yet couldn't help but feel both amused and annoyed. She had been worrying over nothing—it seemed clear that as soon as he left Life Prison, he stopped pretending. If he really liked her daughter, he wouldn't miss this chance.
If he truly loved her daughter, with his shameless persistence and impressive tact, Lan Qiaoyan would be worried and afraid.
Now that she knew it was all an act, she felt a bitingly hateful itch, thinking to herself, What's wrong with my daughter? That stinky boy didn't even bother putting on a show anymore.