The sky gradually brightened, and the thin clouds spread out.
Jane felt it was painful to wake up, and facing these entanglements was painful too.
She didn't like others worrying themselves over her affairs.
"I don't need you to dictate my life, how many times do I have to say it?"
Jack suddenly felt he had wasted his time all night. The man bowed his head, sighed deeply, seemingly calming his emotions.
Sunlight threads penetrated the thin clouds, and the man's forehead glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, making it shine somewhat.
Jane's eyes were cold, as unfeeling as a stone.
Jack's jaw tensed, his voice tinged with coldness: "Since things have come to this, Lindsey is most adept at harsh words, I want to hear just how nasty they can be."
When the man's gaze directly met hers, Jane's pupils trembled uncontrollably for a moment. In that blink of an eye, she slightly raised her chin, and her full lips parted to utter a light syllable: "Get out."
