"Do you think I'm giving away too much interest?" Cheng Daqi asked calmly, his expression unchanged.
Temir was about to say yes, but then suddenly paused, finally, the black-haired wealthy woman spoke somewhat powerlessly and melancholically.
"You still don't understand me, Chan, I don't care about that bit of interest, don't you understand?"
Being cared for by Mr. Cheng on usual days is one thing, but still being treated specially by him now is something else entirely.
The complexity of human emotions lies in this; Mi'er couldn't tell if she felt heartache or coldness, but she could feel the grievance stemming from being misunderstood from deep within her heart.
Misunderstood by the one she trusted most, misunderstood by the one she thought of constantly.
So, in your eyes, I'm no different from them.
"That's the problem; you don't care because we naturally stand together and won't be separated.
