"Goodbye!"
This farewell was thrown out quickly and fiercely.
It almost came the moment his words had ended.
It was evident just how clenched with rage the puffed-up person was.
Song Yunchi watched her leave, shook his head, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.
......
C City.
Inside the villa, the servants didn't dare to even breathe too heavily.
The atmosphere in the spacious dining room was strangely tense, with the air pressure dropping to freezing point.
The servants felt dangerously on edge, fearing the flames would reach them.
Qiao An, out of spite, chose a seat as far from Mu Jingxi as possible and started eating breakfast with a clear conscience.
Mu Jingxi had injured his hand, and his chopsticks trembled as he picked them up.
He pressed his lips together, said nothing, slapped the chopsticks down on the table, and stood up to leave.
The force with which he pushed back the chair caused it to overturn with a loud bang.