"So you want to move out, don't want the clothes I sent you, and not even a single piece of the jewelry I gave you was taken away."
Duan Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and then she nodded, "Yes, I want to cut ties with you completely. But why do you always have to interfere with my life? I've already said that I don't need anything, yet you still had Assistant Cheng buy me so much. It's really annoying!"
The pressure on her chin suddenly loosened.
Rong Moyong just watched her, his slender, phoenix-like eyes slightly moving behind the thin lenses.
A few seconds later, he turned around.
If he stayed any longer, he feared he might strangle the woman...
Meanwhile, Duan Fei stood in the elevator, still in shock.
After a long while, she hurried to take out her keys and pressed for the 19th floor.
...
Around the corner on the ground floor, Cheng Fang sat in the car waiting.
He didn't expect Rong Moyong to come out so quickly?