After thinking it through, Zhao Ziyi smiled and struggled to get up, ready to pack up and leave early.
The more she stayed here, the more difficult it would be for her to keep things under control.
Moreover, it was more likely that Yang Yi would know about it.
She couldn't bear such a risk.
If Yang Yi knew it, it would be difficult for her to get in touch with him.
Although she knew this, the tearing pain from her lower body made her unable to hold on.
Even if she wanted to move, she had to grit her teeth and struggle slowly. Finally, she sat up.
When Zhao Ziyi sat up and looked at the scattered clothes in the room, her expression became complicated.
Most of the clothes were torn into pieces and couldn't be worn.
Let alone her current physical condition, if she forced herself to put on those rag-like clothes, it would only make her unable to bear the pain.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Ziyi picked up the phone which was still on the bedside table.