he huan's fingers were clenched into fists. then, she got up from the dining room and walked towards the master bedroom.
qin mo's speed was also very fast. he quickly caught her hand. " where are you going? "
He Huan shook his hand off and said in a hoarse voice, " "I'm going back. I won't be taking President Qin's private plane."
"He Huan, do you know what you're saying?" Qin Mo's expression was very ugly.
He Huan looked at Qin mo quietly and said in a helpless and desperate voice, " "Qin mo, you clearly know."
As she spoke, she looked at him again. For some reason, she suddenly said, " "I actually still hate streaky pork."
"then why do you still want to eat?" Qin Mo's tall body moved forward silently, giving off a sense of threat.
He Huan didn't move. She just stared at him. because I had no choice.
this time, she really left. he huan didn't have that much luggage with her. she only had a small bag, which was mainly her passport.
