Feng Yihang listened to her voice and found it quite normal; she shouldn't have been crying.
"Alright, I'll wait for you outside. We should have a good talk later."
Feng Yihuan didn't respond to him, soaking quietly in the bathtub; if he wanted to wait, he could wait.
Anyway, she didn't have the right to refute him, if he wanted to scold or tear into her, that was his choice.
After soaking for another ten minutes, Feng Yihuan finally came out slowly.
She glanced at the man sitting on the sofa, who had been angrily scolding her not long ago.
Feng Yihang saw her come out, stood up, and walked to her, "Was that... those lyrics? Not a love letter, right?"
Feng Yihuan took half a step back, "Think whatever you want, you don't care about my feelings anyway, I have no privacy rights, if you want to hit, hit, if you want to scold, scold, I can't even talk back."
