An Jiayi heard Xie Zhang's words, her face full of disappointment, "I thought you would at least tell me, but you played me for a fool! You're getting married, why didn't you say anything!"
Her accusation was so desperate and shrill that in the quiet interior of the car, it seemed to tear away the last veil, exposing all the sordid gloom to be replayed in full.
Xie Zhang looked at An Jiayi expressionlessly. At this point, his face had turned cold, and his tone was icy, "You're telling me all this now, what do you expect me to do for you? An Jiayi, why should I owe you an explanation?"
An Jiayi felt a nauseating taste welling up in her chest. She covered her mouth and fiercely pulled at the locked car door beside her.
"Open the door! I want to get out!" She yanked at the door handle recklessly without considering the consequences.
Xie Zhang's face changed; he stopped An Jiayi's frantic actions with his voice tense, "Are you crazy? What are you trying to do!"
