He had once offered up his heart, along with his dignity, both presented in his outstretched hands.
Letting her trample all over them.
Now, he wouldn't.
Never again.
Lai Qinghuan hadn't expected that he would leave so easily.
That casual goodbye, as if it were a farewell.
Lai Qinghuan turned her head to look at his departing figure, his strides firm, without any hesitation.
"Heh," she chuckled, pushing the sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose, picked up her bag, and rose to leave as well.
Without a moment's hesitation.
Leaving the café, Lai Qinghuan took out her phone to call Mu Jingxi.
"Miss Lai."
"Third Young Master, do I need to come over and explain today?"
She had seen the news: Qiao An scratched Ji Qingxin's face, which truly surprised her.
But it also proved that her emotions were indeed unstable, capable of any crazy action.
