As soon as the voice fell, the room fell silent in an instant.
In the silent room, even the footsteps on the corridor could be heard clearly. Jiang Yutang waited for the footsteps to go away completely, and reached out and put down the tea cup in his hand.
The blue-and-white porcelain cup fell on the table, and there was a soft sound: "What is the meaning of Miss Zhao"s confession to me?"
He was only surprised for a moment, and his face quickly returned to calm. He couldn"t help but suspect that he didn"t care about what she said.
Zhao Mingzhu looked at his expressionless face.
When she came, she had figured out how to face him when he was angry, angry, and even attacked her.
But it never occurred to him that he would be indifferent.
Therefore, all the rhetoric she thought of before
