Qiao Chengxun suddenly looked up towards the window. She's back?
He walked briskly to the door, opened it, and went out. He had an intuition that she must be nearby.
Seeing that the man kept silent, Wen Meimei cried even harder, "If you want me to come back, that's fine—just prepare the divorce papers and I'll return. I can't live with you anymore,"
"Shut up." The sudden low shout startled Wen Meimei, causing her phone to drop uncontrollably to the ground.
Wen Meimei mechanically looked up. The light was too dim, and all she could see was the outline of his face, his fierce and evil expression made even more terrifying by the shadows.
Wen Meimei was sitting in a spot completely devoid of light, so Qiao Chengxun couldn't see the abrasions on her face. He bent down, completely ignoring the injury on his own right hand, roughly picked her up, and turned to walk back home.