Chen Kuan wasn't too shocked. He paused for a moment, and his signature smile still appeared on his face. "Of course, I'm sincere to you."
He grabbed a piece of tissue and wiped Mrs. Chen's tears. "Look, you bought the clothes you're wearing with my money, didn't you? Your gallery was also put up with my money..."
"That's enough, Chen Kuan," Mrs. Chen stood up and said, "Save it. I've read your diary."
Chen Kuan laughed and said, "Oh... I just wrote it casually. Don't take it seriously. I know you're not an unreasonable woman, right? Madam."
He was treating her like a fool.
Mrs. Chen slammed the door and left. The only thought in her mind was to go back to the mainland.
His main task now was to pack her luggage and nothing else.
Or rather, she wasn't sad at all. Instead, she felt she had let it go.
