After hanging up the call, Xia Yumo's eyes reddened as she looked at the glaring sunlight outside the window. Her eyes stung with unshed tears.
"Gu Junhang, I don't care about you one bit!"
Wiping away the tears that fell on the bridge of her nose, she went to the laundry room to find her clothes. Since Gu Junhang had changed her clothes, he must have put the ones from yesterday into the washing machine.
She didn't find them in the washing machine, so she checked the dryer but still failed to find them.
Xia Yumo's anger erupted, so she bit the bullet and went to the cloakroom. When she pushed the door open, the sight before her made her freeze.
The entire cloakroom looked exactly the same as when she had left three years ago. All her clothes were hanging neatly inside, undisturbed by anyone.
Why had he kept her clothes? What was Gu Junhang trying to prove?
Was he trying to prove that he wasn't scum?
