Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (131)

At a close distance, Qiao Ruoxi could smell the strong odor of alcohol coming from his body. She guessed that he must have drunk a lot.

He remembered that he rarely drank in the past, and he did not drink much during social engagements. He said that as a qualified lawyer, he had to maintain a clear mind at all times.

But now, he drank so much in broad daylight.

She knew very well that she could not have anything to do with him anymore. "Mr. Qin, we have nothing to talk about anymore. Please let go."

She had changed her way of addressing him.

She called him "Mr. Qin."

The unfamiliar and distant name was like a knife that stabbed straight into his heart.

Qin Xuming could not describe his heartache. He stared at her with his reddened eyes, hoping to see his own reflection in her eyes.

But there was nothing. She did not even look at him.