Rong Qingze looked at Wenming, his expression not softening in the slightest.
"You seem very reluctant for me to come back."
Wenming's forehead had already begun to sweat at this moment.
Rong Qingze slowly walked into the room, even closing the door.
Wenming stepped back step by step, Rong Yanqiao sat on the bed, reaching for the phone beside her.
Wenming backed up to the window; by this time, she had no more space to retreat.
She turned her head, glanced out the window, this wasn't a lower floor, and if she jumped, she'd likely die on the spot, doing so was not worthwhile.
Her mind was spinning rapidly, then she smiled, "No, senior, why would you think that of me."
Rong Qingze curled his lips, a sarcastic smile playing at the corners.
"Oh? So you mean I've misunderstood you."
Wenming nodded.
Rong Qingze's voice turned cold, "Then tell me, what is the meaning of this."
Wenming was stunned.
