He clenched his fists, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging, barely able to control his emotions. The feeling of having been played for a fool all these years was unbearable, and his handsome face suddenly seemed to wear a look of defeat. Staring at the woman in the glass window, he spoke deliberately, "I have left the apartment I bought in Capital City for you. That place is worth about five or six million yuan, and whether you live in it or sell it after you get out is up to you. Consider it compensation for the youthful years you wasted with me."
Rong Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she started to panic. "Mufeng..."
"Let me finish!" Shi Mufeng wouldn't let her interrupt, "I only have a few hours left before I head straight to the airport. If you waste any more time, there might not be another chance to say these things."
