Shen Wei called Tang Yishen. The phone rang over and over again, but no one answered.
She could be certain that Tang Yishen was here.
Why wasn't he taking her call?
Could it be that he no longer even wished to have a conversation with her?
She put her phone back in her pocket and persistently pressed the doorbell, again and again.
Finally, after ten minutes, someone opened the door from the inside.
Tang Yishen, in a bathrobe with his collar half-open, exuded a sense of laziness.
There was irritation in his eyes. He questioned, "Why are you here making a scene in the middle of the night instead of going home?"
Shen Wei grabbed the man's sleeve, which he fiercely shook off before she could steady her hold.
Tang Yishen's distaste for her was no longer concealable, there was no hint of sympathy for Shen Wei.
To him, this woman was merely a plague.
He didn't want to see her at all right now.
