Chi Zaozao couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore; if he wouldn't listen to her, so be it. Saying more was pointless.
Clutching her purse, she tried to walk around him and leave.
But she had barely reached the door, hadn't even pulled it open, when his deep voice, filled with sorrow, sounded again.
"Do you really not care about my wellbeing at all?"
As long as she forgave him, he could leave without any distractions.
Chi Zaozao's steps suddenly halted, she turned around, and stared at him again with a look of frustrated disappointment.
"I don't care about your wellbeing? You don't even care about yourself, so why should I bother?"
It was enough, the more she engaged with him, the more he took advantage of her.
"Just look after yourself. Either go ask Xiang Ning for forgiveness or, from now on, never show your face to me again."
When it came to being heartless, Chi Zaozao's heart wouldn't even tremble when she acted heartlessly.
