Chu Xi looked distressed by his words and muttered sullenly, "It's not like I want him to."
Feng Xing, "..."
A cold, thin sneer tugged at his lips, "A divorced woman, I don't want, understand?"
She stared at him blankly, head bowed, "You...despise me...for being divorced?"
Feng Xing yanked his coat back from her hands, coldly saying, "Go find someone who doesn't despise you for being divorced."
After he finished speaking, he bent down to get into the car and forcefully shut the door behind him.
The woman reached out to stop the door just as it was closing, but due to the momentum, her fingers were severely squeezed, and despite not being particularly delicate and tolerant of pain, Chu Xi still let out a sharp cry of pain.
Feng Xing hadn't expected her to do that, glanced at her fingers, then at her furrowed delicate brows in pain; his own brows furrowed as well, but his face remained indifferent.
