Su Jingjing headed back home to the two ladies' apartment with a heavy heart, her feet almost dragging across one step after another.
She felt terrible for how he had treated Yang Haoran, but then, even if he did not appear in front of her so candidly and unannounced, still, she would have felt terrible.
For, she might have looked reserved on the outside, but deep under her skin, into her gut and in the deepest abyss of her shrouded mind, turbulence was a constant element. It had always been ever since that night when Xue Guangxi barged in and had a bloody fistfight with Yang Haoran.
Ever since that night, her perceptions… changed…
No matter how much she tried to divert her attention elsewhere, the inner turmoil never left her even for one second.
Yes, she had left Yang Haoran's apartment, but her inner turmoil went with her.
She would have preferred to leave it behind her, shut inside the bachelor's flat when she closed the front door.
