Song Xiangsi was much cooler about it than Xu Jiamu. She didn't even get angry, she just pulled onto the blanket so that it covered her. Nodding, she said, "I'm sorry, I seemed to have forgotten that I sold myself for fifty thousand, but since you have used me for seven years, I'm sure I’ve made up for it, so let's end it here Mr. Xu."
She was always able to shut him up, he thought in frustration. In the end, he decided to be a scoundrel. "Whatever, do you think I care? I've slept with you for seven years, I'm already sick of it."
He left the bed and put on his clothes before slamming the door shut when he left.
He had always had a mild temper, but somehow, on that day, he was in a bad temper. Standing near the door, he realized that he had forgotten to take his wallet and wanted to enter the apartment once more, but gave up, posting onto a group chat, [Didn't bring my wallet.]
