"Chen Baiying?" Bai Zhi frowned, wondering why he was suddenly mentioned, "What does this have to do with him?"
"Don't you want to return to Duan Corporation because you can't let go of him?"
Bai Zhi felt that the man in front of her was really being unreasonable. Her mood was already complex and hard to settle, and now, after what he said, all she could feel was anger.
"Are you sick or something?" Bai Zhi looked for her clothes, noticing that they had been neatly placed on the sofa by the window, making it impossible for her to get them without effort, so she simply wrapped herself in the blanket and got out of bed.
She carried the clothes into the bathroom, threw the blanket at the door, and slammed the door shut with a 'bang'.
Duan Xingzhi picked up the blanket with a stern face. Just as he was about to throw it on the bed, he noticed a slight bloodstain on the sheets. His previously agitated mood inexplicably improved a bit.
