Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

The voice on the other end of the phone was frantic and urgent.

Qiao Xi’s expression grew increasingly grim, and finally she spoke, "Got it."

Then she hung up the phone.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

As if many years ago on that night washed by rain, hearing the news of the young man’s tragic death.

Qiao Xi’s breath hitched.

That day, she couldn’t keep him.

This time, she couldn’t leave regret behind.

Qiao Xi stepped out of the bathroom quickly, shouting, "Old Chen!"

Old Chen was nearby and came rushing at her call.