Tang Yige's lips quivered slightly.
Why was he so angry?
Just because she said she wanted to go back to her reserved hotel room to rest?
"Tang Yige, sometimes I really admire you! All these years, you're the only one I've managed to consistently dislike!"
Rong Sinan sneered coldly, his tone matching his words, filled with disgust.
Tang Yige's face turned deathly pale.
The hands hanging by her sides also clenched tightly.
Seeing the paleness on Tang Yige's face, Rong Sinan finally felt a bit better. He glanced at her with narrowed eyes, brushed past her coldly, and headed for the bathroom.
Bam...
The bathroom door was slammed shut.
Tang Yige's shoulders trembled, the stinging sensation in her eyes surging up violently.
Yige quickly raised her head, opened her lips, and took a deep breath.
...
By the time Rong Sinan emerged from the bathroom, Tang Yige had already left the suite.
