"Of course." Zhao Youlin was very satisfied with Mu Tingfeng's quick response. Hence, she immediately pushed the agreement under her hand over to him and said, "From now on, Joy and I have nothing more to do with you. I don't hope to see you again, nor do I ever want to have any relations with you.
Mu Tingfeng took the agreement. He lifted his gaze and looked into Zhao Youlin's eye. He said, "Likewise."
Zhao Youlin did not continue. She patted Luo Weibing who had already stiffened like a stone to gesture to him to rise up. Then, she wrapped around his arms and prepared to depart.
Mu Tingfeng shot a glance at their hands that had intertwined intimately. He frowned and unwittingly found the scene… an eyesore.
Before Mu Tingfeng returned to his senses, Zhao Youlin had already left behind Mu Tingfeng and she paused mid-stride abruptly. She dragged the stiffened Luo Weibing and turned over. She said, "By the way, there's one more thing."
