There was a sudden earth-shattering scream followed by a phone hitting the wall and scattering all over the tiled floor.
Liu Weiyoung moved to where are bedroom vanity table was and looked at her reflection on the mirror. Although it was noon, She was still wearing a messy pink pyjamas. Her usually bright and rosy skin looked rather pale. There were dark circles under her eyes, her eyes were brimming with anger and her always combed hair was a total mess.
She had tried reaching Mo Jinyong several times but he had still refused to take her calls. Now, his line was even unreachable?
It had been a week since her engagement party, and since then she had been living worse than a ghost. Every second she kept remembering the conversation she had had with Jinyong the day before.
