"No impact at all?" The wind was too strong, and Fu Han's eyes were on the verge of tearing up at any moment. She blinked hard twice, not wanting to appear so disheveled in front of He Xing: "He Xing, you think your actions have no impact on me now, but I hope that when the tables are turned one day, you'll also remain unchanged in how you're feeling right now."
After saying that, Fu Han didn't stay any longer, turning around and heading straight for the main door on the first floor.
One of her feet had already stepped inside when she turned back, holding the glass door, to say to He Xing, "I will be staying here for a bit, and I will call Grandpa myself to let him know. As for you, I hope you won't have the shamelessness to live across from me anymore—I don't want to see you now."
