Breakup?
Qiao Chengxun sneered coldly, his left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he fiercely smashed it against the seat beside her ear, making a loud "bang."
Wen Meimei was startled by his violent action, and her tears unexpectedly stopped, as she stared blankly at his face.
The light inside the car was dim, and she couldn't see his skin clearly, only the contours of his face, like a furious tyrant ready to take her life at any moment.
"Last time you kissed him, I forgave you, and now you embrace him with such passion before me, while I've never sought out any other woman from beginning to end."
Qiao Chengxun paused, a mocking smile curled on the corners of his lips, his tone laced with self-ridicule, "Wen Meimei, I regarded you as my everything, what do you consider me to be?"
Wen Meimei averted her eyes from him and remained silent for a long time before she hoarsely spoke.
"Let's break up, I'm not suited for you."
She was tired, truly exhausted...
