"Xia Qingyan, do you also ask for help?"
When Si Tianzheng looked at the pale woman sitting opposite him, he did not feel any sense of relief.
The past few years are in stark contrast to the current situation.
The mocking look in Si Tianzheng's eyes became even more intense, his thin lips parted slightly, but his voice was extremely cruel: "Guess, is there a free lunch in the world?"
The hope in Xia Qingyan's eyes gradually shattered, like falling glass, leaving only the fragments on the ground.
She knew that there was no going back between them.
