"Get out of the car."
Mo Tingshen's tone didn't carry a trace of anger.
Yet, it sent a shiver down Qiao Man's spine, her limbs growing colder.
Her pride was severely wounded; saying anything more now would be in vain.
When her hand clasped the door handle, she still held a sliver of hope that he might call her back, even if it was just politely saying, "Rest early," as usual.
But he did not.
Mo Tingshen didn't rush her, nor did he say another word, not even giving her a proper glance.
Biting her lip, Qiao Man had no choice but to leave.
Afterward, she tried many ways but couldn't meet Mo Tingshen again. Her emotional state collapsed into madness, her heart filled with a gnawing hatred. When he turned cold, he could swiftly draw a line between them.
She was only one step away from resorting to extreme measures.
But she didn't dare; she feared that even if she tried to end it all, he would remain unmoved. Then, she would truly have no hope left.
Capital City.
