It Was You

Xia Qinglee subconsciously chose to ignore Lu Qian's complicated gaze. She closed the door coldly and blocked the two of them outside the door.

Xia Qinglee, who had closed the door, no longer had any strong will. She leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground bit by bit. Her hands tightly hugged her knees, and tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes.

She thought that she could not care less, and as expected, she overestimated herself.

Looking at the tightly shut door, Lu Qian stood in silence for a long time. Mu Yalan did not dare to disturb him and stood by the side anxiously, not knowing whether he was angry or not.

"Lu Qian, I. . . "

Before Mu Yalan could finish speaking, Lu Qian violently pulled her wrist and left.

She was pulled by Lu Qian and almost fell down. Before she could stand up, she was forced to follow Lu Qian's footsteps and stumbled.