Perhaps in Zhaoming’s eyes, as a man in Tianqi who stood beneath only one person but above ten thousand, Baili Moqing was meant to be untouchable, a man who would never deign to look at any woman.
If a man like him could admire a woman, just how high a pedestal must he have placed her on?
Most importantly, a man so arrogant and peerless by nature—how could he possibly lower himself to do such things for a woman?
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