Feng Huan leaned against his doorframe. Remain unfeeling towards Zhao Fan's smeared face of tears, "How did you get into my place?"
When he told Zhao Fan at the club that they were over. He changed all the locks and passcode that she was aware of.
"Hah! It wasn't that hard to guess." Zhao Fan laugh, she was done crying and wiped her face with his bedsheets. She didn't know if she was laughing for being too angry or out of sadness anymore. "If it's not the mute's birthday, then it's the month, date, and year you guys dated!"
Feng Huan took that into his thoughts for a second. Did he really use those two dates for all his passcode?
Zhao Fan gripped onto the edge of his bed. What? Did he not know he put those dates as his passcodes? Is he telling her he does it without even realizing it!
Unable to hold herself back anymore, she burst out, lashing at him, "Why her all this time and not me?"
