She looked at Rong Yan with great caution and asked softly, "Yan'er, can you forgive me?"
"I've been dreaming a lot these past few days, always about the past. You used to be so good, so obedient and sensible. You would save any little nice thing for me; it is I who wronged you. I made too many, too many mistakes, one wrong step after another, leading up to this day. This time I have truly realized my errors. Could you possibly forgive me?"
By the end, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
If Rong Yan hadn't already known how cold and ruthless her heart could be, she might have almost believed her 'perfect' performance.
But a performance was still a performance, and Jiang Meiqi wouldn't have made such a spectacle of herself at the entrance of the company, disregarding the pointing fingers of onlookers, if she truly meant what she said.
"I have no money," Rong Yan declared.
