"What the hell!" Rong Qingqing couldn't hold back and responded.
Shen Jue raised an eyebrow, "Really? Not satisfied? Then I'll make sure you're even more satisfied tonight, so satisfied that you won't dare to ask me such questions again."
"..." Rong Qingqing looked up at the sky.
She wondered if she could quickly sign up for a trip to the North Pole right now.
Preferably a three-year one.
After three years, automatic divorce.
Ah, no.
An automatic breakup kind of trip.
Rong Qingqing pouted and scoffed, "Talking to someone like you is so pointless, hanging up now, not talking to you anymore, bye."
After speaking, Rong Qingqing decisively hung up the phone.
As she turned around to leave, she suddenly saw Shen Xingwei standing a few meters away.
It was unclear when he started standing there, but his eyes were fixed on her neck, and his gaze was a bit frightening.
Rong Qingqing was startled by Shen Xingwei's silent presence.
