Liao Yi and Yi Liao's names match each other so well. Two people who loved each other so much before met again with this kind of attitude...
He walked up to me in a few steps and looked at me condescendingly. There were emotions in his eyes that I couldn't understand, including anger, unwillingness, and a trace of... Pain that I didn't dare to delve into. "I heard you returned to China."
"It's none of your business." I raised my head and tried to make my eyes look as cold as his, "Mr. Yi has so many things to do, it's better to pay less attention to other people's business."
"Someone else?" He sneered and reached out to touch my hair, but I turned my head to avoid him in mid-air. His hands were frozen there, and his knuckles turned white, "Liao Yi, in your eyes, I'm just 'someone else'?"
Suman's aggrieved voice came from the side: "Brother Yi Liao, do you... Know each other?"
"I don't know." Yi Liao and I spoke almost at the same time, our voices colliding together like two pieces of ice refusing to give in to each other.
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