What audacious nerve he has, when did she, Yu Jingrong, become so low and outcast that she'd tolerate such a despicable creep harassing her!
Damn it!!
"Get out, now, immediately!" Yu Jingrong's gaze hardened, a bloodthirsty killing look flashed in her eyes.
Song Xuepeng clearly saw it, visibly taken aback, feeling a chill down his spine.
He was frightened by her expression, but he quickly recovered, giggling awkwardly, "Oh, Jingrong, don't be angry. I just wanted to say hello. If you're busy, carry on."
He then shamelessly left the room, chuckling under his breath.
Once he stepped out of the room, his mood quickly darkened. He spat on the ground, "What's so great about her? She's nothing but a used up woman Li Chengyun tossed aside."
Everyone could hear these words he'd purposely spoken aloud, he meant to upset Yu Jingrong.
Yu Jingrong was running out of patience, her face cold, her eyes-as sharp as ice blades- watched Song Xuepeng leave.
