"Heh." Mu Zhenzhen scoffed with a sarcastic laugh, "Mo Xingyuan, do you really think this place is your home? Hurry up and eat and leave, you're not welcome here."
Mu Zhenzhen spoke and then coldly turned her face away, expressionlessly looking out the window.
Mo Xingyuan seemed stunned for a moment; he looked up and stared at Mu Zhenzhen for a few seconds, his throat moved twice, but he made no sound. A few seconds later, he reached out for the napkin on the table to wipe his hands and stood up, "I have an important appointment with Angel, and I don't have the time to waste it here with you."
After he dropped those words, he went straight to the couch, picked up his coat, and left without looking back.
Mu Zhenzhen kept her gaze on the window until she heard the door close, and only then did she turn her head around.
The man was gone; in the empty room, a vague scent of alcohol still lingered.
