The woman standing in front of Quan Mingyuan was gentle and graceful. If time hadn't left its marks on her face, she would have been quite a beautiful woman, with an air of maturity and composure in her every gesture.
The conversation between the two was sparse, but that didn't mean there was no communication. A careful look at their glances at each other suggested that both had a complicated relationship.
With coffee almost finished and snacks half-eaten, Quan Mingyuan finally spoke to the woman opposite him. His tone was cold and carried a sense of reproach, but there was no intention of scolding, which was unusual for someone who always looked down on others.
"Does Young Master Quan mean that the problem on my end has nothing to do with you?" The woman asked unhurriedly, shaking her head indifferently at Quan Mingyuan's attitude.
