"..."
Jin Chenye's eyes narrowed tightly, his fingers painfully clenched, gripping Qin Youxuan's shoulder so tightly it hurt. Regardless, she still smiled sweetly, deliberately emphasizing each word.
"You won't help me, and you definitely won't just stand by and watch me forcing her to death, because she's your mother. Since we both understand this, why pretend to play these emotional scenes? You don't find your behavior hypocritical, but I find it disgusting!"
"..."
Jin Chenye's body jolted, he barely stood up straight.
His abandon was nothing more than a hypocritical display in her eyes.
When did things between them become like this?
Jin Chenye's grip on her hand loosened slowly, falling into dejection.
Qin Youxuan didn't spare him another glance. She picked up her dropped bag, went to the door, straightened her disheveled clothes and pulled out the magnetic card he had inserted in the elevator.
