Zhang Yuan slept through the entire day. During that time, he noticed there was only one suitcase in her room, very small. When opened, it contained just a few clothes, a laptop, and her phone.
Luoz felt as if he might have misunderstood Zhang Yuan. Thinking back on the things he said, even he found them unbearable to hear. It must have been incredibly painful for Zhang Yuan to hear them.
As he pushed open the door, he saw Wen Bin still standing outside. The moment he stepped out, Wen Bin blocked his path, "Where is Zhang Yuan?"
Luoz looked at him indifferently, saying nothing.
"Where is Zhang Yuan?" Just because he ignored Wen Bin didn't mean Wen Bin would easily leave.
Luoz blinked, closed the door, leaned against it, with undisguised possessiveness in his blue eyes, "No matter what kind of relationship you have with Zhang Yuan, as long as she and I aren't divorced, don't think you can get close to her. She's still my wife."
