Qiao Ruoxin stood before the man once more, "Can this be enough now?"
She changed into a pair of smoke-grey jeans that snugly wrapped her slender, straight legs.
The man leaned on the sofa, glanced over expressionlessly, and said, "Get lost."
This heartless, ruthless demeanor... just like a scumbag.
Nevertheless, Qiao Ruoxin stepped forward, bent down, and lightly kissed his chin before she turned and left.
The moment she left the living room, Mo Chen suddenly kicked over the coffee table in front of him, creating a loud crash akin to the shock of an earthquake.
He couldn't hold back and muttered under his breath, "Fuck..."
Not even a minute after Qiao Ruoxin had left, he was already getting irritable, his emotions out of control.
Everything he saw displeased him.
He felt like smashing everything in sight.
He didn't know how he had managed these past two years.
...
Xiaowu accompanied Qiao Ruoxin to the airport, and they were about to board the flight.
