She didn't want to hear his accusations; she wanted to hear his thoughts.
The rain was icy cold. When the wind blew, the light rain fell on her face, cold and chilly.
She stood there feeling a bit tired, leaning against the wall, finding a slightly more comfortable position.
The raindrops splattered onto the ground ahead, bouncing up like shattered jade, like dancing elves, carrying a bit of muddy earth.
"I'm downstairs from your building, I'll wait for you for only two hours. If I don't see you after two hours, we're breaking up." Sylvan Cheney's tone was very displeased, tyrannical and unreasonable.
Jasmine Yale didn't expect that a few photos would provoke him so greatly.
She chuckled awkwardly, "CEO, do you think I'm fooling you, or do you think I'm in Cakago?"
"I don't care where you are."
"CEO, fine, the breakup was your suggestion."
Jasmine Yale's eyes were serene, calm as still water, her gaze landing on the muddy ground ahead.
