Yan Ting was silently lost in thought about that maddeningly captivating little woman when, suddenly, a figure appeared beside him.
Yan Ting's sharp eyes narrowed in alert, instinctively reacting defensively. However, when he saw the face with that mocking expression, his gaze immediately turned icy.
"What do you want?" he asked coldly.
Huo Qinglin lowered his head, reached into his jacket, took out a cigarette, and lit it, taking a deep drag.
"Getting relentlessly hounded by a woman you don't even love—this act must be exhausting for you," Huo Qinglin sneered, a taunting smile on his lips as he spoke.
Yan Ting's cold eyes turned even frostier. Pressing his thin lips together, he said nothing.
"Before, Lin Banxia was exactly like Chu Tingting. I couldn't stand her. Hated her with all my being," Huo Qinglin said, more to himself than anyone else, before letting out a melancholic chuckle. "But now, I wish more than anything that she'd come and cling to me of her own accord."
