"Get out!" Mo Siluo pointed towards the door, his tone harsher than before.
Wen Wan's eyes were slightly moist, but she didn't flee in disarray; instead, she locked eyes with the man on the hospital bed.
"Get out, I don't want to see you." Mo Siluo felt that the anger he'd harbored since drinking that day was still stuck in his chest.
Suddenly, Wen Wan laughed out loud, uncertain whether she was laughing at him or at herself.
"So, Mr. Mo, is it just now that you don't want to see me, or is it that you never want to see me again?" Wen Wan felt that this question was very important.
Mo Siluo opened his mouth but didn't utter the word "forever."
"Zifeng!" Mo Siluo turned his head and called out to Rong Zifeng.
Rong Zifeng immediately understood and walked towards Wen Wan, "Miss Wen, please."
"No need to rush; I can leave on my own." Wen Wan stared at the man in the bed, a pity that he had already looked away, as if another glance at her would make him nauseous enough to vomit.
