Feng Zhe quickly put on his clothes, slammed the door, and left. After a loud bang, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Looking at the messy big bed, the shattered perfume bottle into fragments on the distant floor, and the half-naked silhouette of herself reflected on the glass door, Lu Jingjing could no longer hold back and collapsed on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her cries went from heart-wrenching howls to the silent desolation of despair, and finally to the low sobs of a heart turned to ash. Lu Jingjing felt that only hatred remained in her heart.
Picking up her phone, she found Mu Shengfeng's number and dialed it. Hearing Mu Shengfeng's groggy, husky voice from the other side, Lu Jingjing couldn't help cursing, "Mu Shengfeng, you damn bastard."
"Ms. Lu, please have some self-respect."
Apparently realizing who it was, Mu Shengfeng woke up, and his voice became clearer.
