After he finished speaking, he let go of her, holding back his rage, and growled, "Get out—"
Ji Xiangling's breath almost stopped as Song Yansheng suddenly released her, making her quickly feel like she was alive again.
But the next second, Song Yansheng's words pierced her thoroughly.
She leaned against the sofa, gasping for air, and looked at Song Yansheng with disbelief: "You're telling me to get out?"
Song Yansheng glared at her and said, "Yes, I'm telling you to get out, immediately, far away..."
Ji Xiangling still couldn't believe it. She trembled as she stood up, took a couple of steps toward him, lifted her head to look at him: "A Yu, it's me, I'm Xiangling, the Xiangling who's been with you abroad for seven years, are you really telling me to get out?"
Song Yansheng looked down at her, his gaze almost void of warmth, and repeated, "Yes, you, get out of here immediately… get out…"
"A Yu, how can you be like this, you..."
