"Explain the situation to me clearly first!" Rong Jing'an grabbed her hand.
"There's nothing to explain. You wanted to watch me self-destruct, right? Well, now that disaster strikes, everyone flees on their own. There's no need to worry about me anymore."
Fu Zining shook off his hand and took out all her identification from the drawer.
"What do you mean by disaster strikes? Who did you offend? Pei Yibai?" Rong Jing'an sensed something was off.
After this remark, however, Fu Zining remained silent.
"Fu Zining, speak up!" Rong Jing'an had a bad feeling, not even knowing how Fu Zining had managed to get out on his own.
"You shut up, don't meddle in my affairs. Go back to sleep."
During this period, they had been arguing incessantly, and Fu Zining had grown tired of dealing with Rong Jing'an.
Decades of affection had been worn down in just a few months, so it was better out of sight, out of mind.
