Xiao Su was driving, and upon hearing Wei Hui's words, he felt a bit displeased. Remembering the way she picked out clothes in the store, he smiled nonchalantly and said casually, "Have her answer the phone."
Qin Zhiyao had returned.
And she had actively invited him to dinner.
There was no need for Li Chen anymore.
With the real one here, why should he bother with that impostor?
He had given her a different life, let her experience this splendor, and hadn't done anything to her. She should be content.
If she dared to cling persistently, she would end up with nothing.
This person, after all, wasn't Qin Zhiyao, no matter how she dressed up, she couldn't even mimic two-tenths of Qin Zhiyao's demeanor.
Even the initial innocence and simplicity were now completely gone.
Simply put, there wasn't anything eye-catching about her anymore; she had become unbearably vulgar, and even two more glances felt annoying.
