Qiao Ruoxin sneered coldly, "What do you want to tell me? Say you love me? Say you like me? Or do you want to say my mom's sick again?"
"Since you've already guessed, there's no point in saying those things. Let's talk about something you're interested in."
"I don't want to hear a single word from you!"
"Mo Chen probably won't be back tonight, aren't you bored by yourself?"
Qiao Ruoxin became instantly furious and stood up, "Simon! Do you believe I would kill myself again just to show you!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Watch me!"
Beep... Beep...
She angrily tossed the phone into the couch, her breathing became rapid.
...
Late at night.
The bedroom was pitch dark; Qiao Ruoxin was lying on her side in bed, tossing and turning, alone with her pillow and unable to sleep.
At three o'clock in the morning, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.
She closed her eyes instinctively, then heard the man's deep footsteps on the plush carpet walking towards the bed.
