The man left the master bedroom without any hesitation after throwing down those words.
Watching Leng Yixiu's departing figure, Lin Yixun painfully covered her face and collapsed weakly to the ground.
Leng Yixiu wasn't wrong; right now, she was just like a socialite, equally cheap, equally shameless.
But, even though she had proactively climbed into his bed, he still didn't want her. Was it because his willpower was too strong? Or was it, as he said, because he despised her? Or perhaps for some other reason?
...
After leaving the apartment, Leng Yixiu drove to the hospital. By the time he arrived at the ward, Xiao Yi Xun was already asleep, and Sister Yi was alone, leaning against the bedside, dozing off.
Hearing the footsteps, Sister Yi woke up with a start and said, a bit guiltily, "Sir, you're here?"
"Did you give Lin Yixun the key to the apartment?"
