Song Qinghuan felt her mood plummet in an instant.
Last time, he dumped her inexplicably and even forced her to lose her job. Recently, he had been surprisingly nice to her. She thought he had a reason for his initial actions—perhaps her brother didn't want her to be with him. But that wasn't the case at all.
His behavior was still the same: eccentric, domineering and cold-blooded, sarcastic and cruel, unpredictable and capricious. It was hard to gauge.
He drew her in and discarded her at will.
As these thoughts flooded her mind, Song Qinghuan couldn't hold back her tears. She stared at him angrily, "So, you don't want me to go back? It's not like your company is the only one out there. I can work somewhere else if I want. So what, I'll earn a thousand less? I might as well buy that company."
Shi Yuhuan felt a headache brewing. He massaged his temples. "Fine, fine. If you want to go back to work, just go."
