Sick of it...
Cooking at home, Yin Xueyang muttered angrily, "Damn Li Zhiyan, that damn little bastard, little beast!"
"Turns out he's an extremely fickle man..."
"Just let him do whatever he wants now, yet he hasn't come by for so long."
"It's been five whole days, where the hell did he go."
"I never should've given him anything... shouldn't have trusted him, just as I thought, this little beast is the same type of person I imagined."
"And Wang Shangyan and Han Xueying."
"I bet he's abandoned them by now."
At this moment, Yin Xueyang was still grumbling non-stop, her beautiful face filled with arrogance and annoyance.
She took out her phone, wanting to send a WeChat message to Li Zhiyan.
But ultimately she put her phone away.
"Damn Li Zhiyan, you don't come looking for me, and I won't be looking for you!"
"Do whatever you like!"
"It has nothing to do with me, it'd be best if we stopped contacting each other in the future."
"Anyway, the one I hate the most is you..."
