He had once presented both his heart and dignity to her with both hands.
Letting her trample over them.
Now, he would not.
Never again.
Lai Qinghuan didn't expect that he would leave so easily.
That faint goodbye was like a farewell.
Lai Qinghuan turned her head to look at his departing figure, strides firm, without any hesitation.
"Heh," she chuckled lightly, pushed up the sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose, picked up her bag, and rose to leave as well.
Without a moment's hesitation.
After leaving the café, Lai Qinghuan took out her phone and called Mu Jingxi.
"Miss Lai."
"Young Master Mu, do you need me to come over and explain today?"
She had seen the news, Qiao An had scratched Ji Qingxin's face, which genuinely surprised her.
However, it also proved that she was indeed emotionally unstable, capable of doing something crazy.
