Beisitian's cold demeanor left Zhang Lianqiao's face devoid of color, her body swaying as if about to fall. She bit her lower lip fiercely, watching Beisitian's departing figure, the mocking expression on her face still fresh in her mind.
But why did she say thank you as she left?
Zhang Lianqiao couldn't figure it out and stopped trying. Stubbornly, she stood up; she wouldn't admit defeat. Destiny had to be fought for, and Luo Xudong was her destiny!
Things didn't work out with Beisitian, but she believed that this matter would certainly cause discomfort for her. As long as she went back to question Luo Xudong, once a conflict arose between them, she would have a chance to advance further.
If it really didn't work out, she could only use the last resort.
