"..." Qin Nanyu looked away and remained silent.
The hesitation in his manner was just like that of a little wife, wronged yet still begging for peace.
Ji Weitian's brows furrowed deeply, and finally, she played her trump card.
"If you don't talk, I will throw your suitcase out now and let you fend for yourself!"
"It was Kali."
The voices of the two people followed one after the other.
Then, the room again fell into utter silence.
In the air lingered a strange atmosphere.
Qin Nanyu reached out to retrieve the blanket she had tossed on the chair, and lie back down on the bed, covering himself from head to toe once again.
Ji Weitian stood frozen by the bed, still holding a tube of anti-swelling ointment, staring blankly at him.
Was it really Kali?
How could Kali bear to beat him up like this?
Besides, he was Kali's boss; how could Kali dare to hit him... unless...
