Zhao Dong was taken aback. He sized up the man before glancing at Song Qingwan, his brows furrowing slightly. The relationship between the two seemed rather unusual.
At that moment, Song Qingwan looked at the man before her, gently biting her lip. Her eyes filled with a complex, inexpressible emotion—a mix of sorrow, indignation, and even a hint of grievance. As her gaze fell upon the woman beside the man, the turbulent feelings in her eyes slowly receded, replaced by an extreme, icy indifference.
Finally, she looked at the man and spoke coolly, "It's quite a coincidence, but I find this kind of coincidence rather unpleasant."
At these words, the man's face visibly stiffened. The woman holding his arm asked, "Xingze, who is she?"
The man glanced at Song Qingwan, paused for a moment, then said, "Yana, this is the ex-girlfriend I told you about."
