This feeling was like the sentiment of the old master when he sent her away a few months ago.
Suddenly, Jiayi found strength from who knows where, pushed the man hard, and ran out of the room.
In just a fleeting moment, Huo Zhenyang hadn't come to his senses when he saw her escaping.
He held the phone in his hand, his gaze darkening as he watched her retreating figure with heavy eyes.
"Hello? Mr. Huo? Are you still there? Then I'll come over now, okay?"
There was an abrupt silence on Jian Meiyi's side, as she strangely called out a few times.
The woman's urging voice echoed in the cramped room.
Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes, then slowly raised the phone to his ear and momentarily, his mood seemed to sour, and his pupils darkened, "Don't come."
After speaking, the call was hung up.
On the other side of the phone, Jian Meiyi was instantly dumbfounded.
Just a moment ago, he was all tenderness and inviting her to his mansion, but now he had suddenly turned his face.
