The past?
Xiao Mu had once told Ouyang Hao that Lin Yixun's past was not simple, but so what? The man tightly gripped Lin Yixun's arm and said each word with emphasis, "Lin Yixun, I don't need to understand your past. I only care about your present."
"Really?" Lin Yixun curled her lips in a mocking smile, "That's because you don't fully understand me yet. Once you do, you'll surely regret what you said today."
Lin Yixun didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed him away. Blocking the room door behind him, Lin Yixun hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked toward the elevator without looking back.
At the moment she turned, she saw a familiar figure not far away. How ridiculous, the culprit of her misfortunes was standing just a short distance away.
She didn't know how long Leng Yixiu had been standing there, nor how much he had seen and heard of what happened between her and Ouyang Hao just now.
