Li Jiming couldn't refute her words, and his heart began to waver.
Zhao Yang's expression froze. He hated himself for not being able to keep his cool. It was too late to take back what he had said. He could only hope that Li Jiming would still remember their past relationship.
He raised his head and glared resentfully at the culprit, si Rong, only to meet a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. That gaze made him shiver, and he felt that he was about to be in big trouble.
"You can do as you see fit. I'll go change my clothes." Si Rong's expression remained the same. She wouldn't get angry over a few words from a scumbag she didn't like.
Si Rong took away his own set of clothes from the service staff. He didn't care about Li Jiming's conflicted expression and went to a room that no one had harmed before to change out of his clothes that reeked of alcohol and perfume.
