Mu Qingli watched Wang Qing with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, one-third wicked and two-thirds cold.
Her clear phoenix eyes were unfathomable, preventing anyone from discerning her true emotions.
Wang Qing looked at the girl before her, her brows slightly furrowed, as a sudden and inexplicable sadness welled up inside her, making her extremely uncomfortable. She staggered a few steps, barely able to stand, and in a flurry, she braced herself against the office desk behind her, barely managing to steady her body.
In that moment, Wang Qing almost felt unable to breathe.
"Mrs. Gu, I have to teach a class now, so I won't keep you company," Mu Qingli said, then turned and left the office.
Wang Qing watched her retreating figure, the undefined sadness growing stronger. It felt as if she had lost something precious and could never find it again.
What was this feeling?