But she didn't stop speaking, still rambling on and on, "Son, you've seen it yourself. You can't afford to support Yan Xixi. She already has someone else out there. What kind of car does he drive? That car must be worth tens of millions, right? What kind of person do you think can drive such a car? With the little money you have, do you think she'd even look at you? You should stop having any foolish fantasies about her…"
Huang Xiaojue didn't make a sound. Clenching his fists tightly, he turned and walked away.
Yan Xixi never returned to that clean and chic rented apartment.
After taking her mother to the hospital, she had completely cut ties with the apartment.
Huang Xiaojue used his key to enter. The apartment felt stark and cold. Everything belonging to Yan Xixi and her mother was still there; not a single item had been taken.
It wasn't that she had forgotten to retrieve them; these things simply weren't worth taking.
