In the park near the GE Building.
An Ziqing sat on the bench, looking at the proposal in her hand, her eyes rimmed with red.
She should have been used to it by now.
All these years, the work had been quite grueling.
Step by step to where she was today, she didn't even know how many times she had been rejected.
But it never hurt this much.
She tore up the proposal fiercely, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.
"I really thought you were used to being heartless, turns out you still know how to get angry." Suddenly, a voice came from not too far away.
An Ziqing was startled. She looked up at the man in front of her and cried out in shock, "Ling Chuan! You! When did you get here!"
Ling Chuan? Ling Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart suddenly twinging. He really thought that this troublesome woman no longer recognized him!
