Madam Murong was suppressing her anger over the phone."Next week ... And the next week. Do you know how difficult it is for me to be here alone?"
"Next week!" Murong Mian said coldly. This is the earliest time I can give you. You've already survived for such a long time, let alone a week?"
"Okay ... I'll give you one more week. I'll give you time to prepare."
Ji Mianmian pressed herself against the crack of the door, covered her mouth, and listened carefully, not daring to make a single sound.
She had just gotten up to go to the toilet when she heard someone talking outside. She listened carefully and finally heard Murong Mian say, He was going back next week.
After hearing this, Ji Mianmian's sleepiness was gone. Her heart was empty and she suddenly had nowhere to rest.
Was he ... Leaving? Was he still going to leave?
