"Different now?" Qiao Ling's body shook again; she fortunately steadied herself by grabbing a nearby flower stand, thus stabilizing her stance, "How is it different? You, you've fallen in love with her?"
Wei Chengfeng's expression grew even darker, "This has nothing to do with you. I'm leaving. Once you've packed up, give the key to my assistant."
Although he neither admitted nor denied it, since he didn't deny it, did that mean he had fallen in love?
Qiao Ling suddenly laughed, tears welling up in her eyes, and with a smile still on her lips, "What's so good about her? How can you disregard our years of friendship and protect her like this?"
"She is my wife."
"Yes, you're right, she is your wife. I was mistaken. I thought that you, like me, were still in love with each other. I was wrong…" Qiao Ling nodded with a choked voice, "Don't worry, I will pack up in a moment and move out today. I won't cause you any trouble."
