Having said that, she turned around to leave. Passing by the study, she noticed the door was open; on the sofa inside, there was a blanket and a pillow, still slightly disheveled.
Luo Qiangwei hesitated for a moment, surprised. Did he sleep in the study last night?
In those few seconds of her daze, Mo Shiche, being the astute man he was, instantly understood by seeing the tie she had hit, and took long strides towards her, grabbing hold of her wrist, "What, you thought I didn't come home last night and messed around with another woman, and that's why you're angry and throwing a tantrum?"
So, she still cared about him, showing jealousy so obviously. Was saying she liked someone else just a ploy to deceive him?
For seventeen years, even if disliking her had become a routine, he couldn't easily accept that she could just say she didn't like him and mean it.
