On the other side, after Fu Qiyuan finished his phone call and was about to return, a soft voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Qiyuan..."
Hearing the voice, Fu Qiyuan subconsciously frowned.
Turning around, he saw Chu Xiyao standing behind him.
Chu Xiyao looked at the man who was within reach, and apart from infatuation, what remained was a profound sense of powerlessness.
He was standing right in front of her, apparently just two steps away, yet reaching him seemed as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
It had been so in the past, and it would only become harder in the future!
Why had another woman appeared by his side?
"Is there something you need?"
Fu Qiyuan's cold voice suddenly rang out, devoid of any emotion, chilling to the point of heartache.
Chu Xiyao's heart jerked as if pricked, and her thoughts were instantly pulled back.
The man's voice was as indifferent and alienating as ever, his polite tone even colder than anger.
