It was obvious there was nothing else left to say to him. Lin Shiyu turned to her side and fell asleep.
She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. In addition, he had even snapped back at her that night. Just wait and see, she would get back at him one fine day, when she had finished recuperating her strength for revenge.
Fu Qinglun stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. It was his first time losing his temper after all these years. In fact, he did not expect to lose control of his emotions in front of her so easily. It was an ability that he was proud of having control over, as he rarely let his emotions get the better of him. Frowning, he finished smoking a cigarette, still frustrated.
