Bo Jinyu hung up the phone and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his clothes.
Although Anran hadn't said anything, he wanted to be loyal to her, both body and soul.
He would do his best to eliminate anything that might upset her.
Shangguan Jing heard the door open and hurried after him.
But Jinyu didn't even glance at her and headed straight for the elevator.
"Jinyu, can we talk, please?" Shangguan Jing had no choice but to follow him, her voice soft.
But his strides were so large, and Shangguan Jing, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, nearly fell.
Panicked, she reached out to grab him.
But Jinyu deftly sidestepped, avoiding her hand and looked at her coldly, speaking in an even icier voice, "I'm in a hurry, and I don't think there's anything between us worth discussing."
"We were almost married, can't you spare me a little time?" Shangguan Jing's eyes reddened, unable to stop a soft cry.
Bo Jinyu's lips tightened, and he indeed felt a bit reluctant.
