Their eyes met, and Yu Yanshen's gaze grew darker.
"I provide for a cat, give it good food and clothes, and even it knows how to respond. You are truly colder than a cat."
As his voice fell, he tightened the grip on his wristwatch and stepped towards the door.
Yao Qing was somewhat startled; the next second, almost subconsciously, she grabbed Yu Yanshen's arm.
"What are you doing, you're leaving?"
It's two o'clock in the morning; it's the coldest time in Yaocheng. He wants to leave now?
Yao Qing had already prepared for him to sleep in the guest room. Where would he go in the middle of the night?
Yu Yanshen looked at her hand clutching his arm and frowned.
But in the end, he didn't shake her off. His tone was just a bit cold.
"Just because I happen to bump into Yan Hong and get so angry, you embrace and throw yourself at Fo Zi'ang, and I'm not allowed to get upset?"
His blatant expression of jealousy didn't carry the pettiness of jealousy.
