Qiao Jingxue was stunned, "Where do you want me to go?"
"Abroad, anywhere is fine," Zhao Hanchen said with an emotionless voice, "From now on, don't contact me again. We'll be even."
"Have you gone mad?" Qiao Jingxue muttered to herself, shaking her head. Her eyes were fixed on Zhao Hanchen, filled with unwillingness, "And now you're telling me we're even? Zhao Hanchen, you're dreaming; you owe me, and you'll owe me for the rest of your life."
Zhao Hanchen calmly watched her go insane.
His drooping phoenix eyes were full of impatience, cold to the extreme.
At this point, all his patience had already been worn down to nothing.
No matter what Qiao Jingxue thought, it was impossible for him to show her any more leniency.
What he owed her, he had already repaid.
"Zhao Hanchen, what does your silence mean?"
