After leaving the civil affairs bureau, Zhou Yue felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, as if she had shed dozens of pounds in an instant.
"Let's go. I don't want to see you ever again," Zhou Yue coldly said to Zhou Dongwei.
Zhou Dongwei wanted to say something else, but glancing at Li Qianfan standing next to Zhou Yue, he ultimately chose to remain silent.
Zhou Dongwei turned and walked away, his figure looking so desolate, but neither Li Qianfan nor Zhou Yue felt any sympathy for him.
Because he had brought this upon himself!
"Do you feel a sense of emptiness inside?" Li Qianfan asked.
"A little," Zhou Yue sighed out.
"Don't go to work this afternoon. Let's go to a bar and drink our fill, just to let off some steam," Li Qianfan suggested.
Zhou Yue hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
Time quickly brought them to 10 o'clock at night.
Li Qianfan, supporting a completely inebriated Zhou Yue, helped her into his Rolls Royce and then drove her home.
