Before Zhang Kun could even process what Xia Liang had just said, the unexpected happened.
With a cold expression, Song Rong snapped at Zhang Kun.
"Let's break up. I'm not your girlfriend anymore. I've already packed my things."
With that, she walked into the bedroom, emerged with a pre-packed suitcase, and headed for the door.
Xia Liang was dumbfounded.
What is going on?
Zhang Kun looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. He grabbed Song Rong's arm, stopping her from leaving.
"Rongrong, why? Why break up? Haven't I been good to you?"
Song Rong gave Zhang Kun a long, hard look before lowering her voice.
"You've been very good to me, but what's the point of being good? Can you live on kindness? With your monthly salary of two points, when will you ever be able to afford a house? When can you give me a good life? I'm not going to lie, I'm seeing someone else. He's rich. You're a good person, and I don't want to hold you back."
