After seeing off Zhen Shuangyan, she returned to her rented apartment.
As expected, Pei Yiting, that looming figure, hadn't left yet.
Xia Yueqing paused in her step just as she exited the elevator, instinctively turning around to leave.
But the man was quick, his long legs strided forward, and he grabbed her hand forcefully.
"Let go!" Xia Yueqing whispered harshly.
Pei Yiting blocked her path, "We need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about." Xia Yueqing decisively interrupted him.
Upon hearing this, a shadow crossed Pei Yiting's eyes.
"Xia Yueqing, if you insist on acting this way, then there's no way we'll divorce."
His voice, clear and precise, reached Xia Yueqing's ears.
This way? What way?
Not talking to him? Ignoring him?
Pei Yiting's words managed to halt Xia Yueqing in her tracks, her cold eyes meeting Pei Yiting's icy gaze.
When she'd just seen his silhouette, Xia Yueqing had hastily averted her gaze.
