"I want to go out." Qiao Mo insisted, her eyes red.
Fu Nancheng stayed silent with a stern face, his gaze growing colder.
Qiao Mo's eyes landed on his desk, and she swept everything off it.
Instantly, the room echoed with the sound of objects clattering. Her cosmetics, along with the water cup, calendar, and even the cactus plant, all fell to the ground, shattered into pieces, creating a scene of chaos.
As if it wasn't enough, Qiao Mo turned to the sofa and smashed the fruit plate on the coffee table.
On what grounds was he stopping her?
She clearly wasn't the girl she used to be...
'Bang!'
The teapot and ashtray on the coffee table also crashed to the ground, the glass shards scattering everywhere, mixed with tea, documents, and potting soil, in a complete mess.
Then, she seized the cushion on the sofa, about to toss it aside.
Suddenly, her wrist ached, and a tremendous force threw her back onto the sofa.
