Hua Qiang glanced at Murong Qingya not far from him, his expression indifferent. Then he turned away and stopped paying attention to her.
He had now completely taken control of this body and would no longer be affected by anything.
To him, Murong Qingya was nothing more than a stranger, a passerby.
Though this woman was indeed quite pretty, she still fell short compared to his Bing Xue!
She also fell just a tiny bit short compared to Mo Yanran.
When Murong Qingya saw Hua Qiang look at her, she had originally thought he would take the initiative to come over and greet her. She was even considering whether she should pay him any attention.
Or whether she should wait a few minutes before deciding if she could be bothered with him.
That was how she had always treated him before.
She knew this man, who had fawned over her for two years, all too well.
Murong Qingya believed that Hua Qiang had been so cold toward her lately because he resented her for being neither warm nor cold toward him over the past two years, never even letting him touch the tip of her finger.
Men, after going so long without tasting any sweetness, were bound to become twisted inside and might even do something extreme.
She was convinced that Hua Qiang was playing hard to get, trying to make her yield so he could achieve his goal.
That fool had chased after her for two years. He liked her down to his very bones—how could he possibly turn his back on her just like that?
How could he simply pretend not to know her anymore?
Yet Hua Qiang merely glanced at her before turning away and ignoring her. It left her disappointed, and even stirred a trace of