Qu Huaian did not push him away, allowing him to take over the city.
However, she was still trembling instinctively.
Xie tingxi didn't seem to notice her trembling and took everything she had.
He prided himself on being good at scheming and scheming. There was no project he couldn't take down, and there was no heart he couldn't break.
However, in the Nepal case, he lost terribly. How could he accept that he had lost to a woman again?
Now, he was trying his best to squeeze into her heart, but ...
Her body was like her heart, tightly shut to him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not squeeze in.
Defeated, he turned around and punched the mirror.
With a crash, the mirror embedded in the cabinet shattered on the ground. The floor was covered in broken pieces, and every piece reflected their shadows.
It shattered into pieces.
Qu Huaian was curled up beside the bathtub, hugging himself. The corners of his eyes were slightly wet.
