Just a second before Wen Shu was about to grab Qi Ming's sleeve, Qi Ming stepped to the side, leaving Wen Shu clutching at air.
Without looking at Wen Shu's current expression, he tossed out a "That's it" and strode out of the room.
The door was opened and then shut in the next instant, accompanied by a "click," leaving Wen Shu feeling drained, collapsing onto the sofa.
The words Qi Ming had just said echoed continuously in her mind, especially that ambiguous sentence, leaving her inexplicably uneasy.
What did he mean by "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be sitting here right now?"
Could it be Qi Ming, has he found out something?
She gripped her dress tightly with the hand supporting her on the sofa, her emotions in her eyes were murky and indiscernible.
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