Before the words were finished, Su Anle was pressed onto the bed by Sheng Jianan, the man's face completely darkened, and the deep black eyes flashed with fire.
"Why?"
Sheng Jianan almost uttered word by word, his anger undisguised. He didn't understand; they were clearly so close before, he clearly felt that she still had feelings for him. How could she now say such things so calmly?
What did she mean by saying she would avoid him in the future?
What was she avoiding?
He wanted her by his side.
"No reason. I'm doing well now, and I don't want to disrupt my current life. Our relationship should have ended with Mr. Sheng's departure. Isn't this good enough now?"
Sheng Jianan's hand tightened unconsciously, making Su Anle feel somewhat pain, but her face still remained calm. Sheng Jianan closed his eyes tightly, the anger inside him like a volcanic eruption.
