Zhou Yinghuai made another call, but Jiang Tan's phone showed it was switched off.
Seeing all this, Chu Anning realized that the two probably were at the end of their relationship. It was already rare for a prodigy like him to humble himself and appease Jiang Tan. But how many more times could Zhou Yinghuai lower his status and wheedle Jiang Tan?
So, Chu Anning didn't say anything, letting Zhou Yinghuai chase after her.
But where was Jiang Tan?
Everything was messed up.
The streetlights of Mingyuan were dim and desolate while Zhou Yinghuai sat in the hall, staring out at the snow-covered Mingyuan corridor through the bay window.
He brought back the clothes Jiang Tan bought for him. Inside the bag, besides the clothes, was Jiang Tan's purse, likely left in there accidentally.
He sat there, eyes closed deep in thought, his jade-like face emanating a warm glow. In the dimly lit room, his noble features were steeped in supreme calmness.
He seemed to be waiting, not in a hurry.
