Jialan looked at him with disdain and said, "Since you like sleeping on the rooftop so much, you can sleep on the rooftop tonight."
His darling daughter was soft-hearted, but he definitely wouldn't be soft-hearted towards him.
For this rotten man who stole his beloved daughter and made her sad for so long, the fact that he didn't beat him to death was already generous.
Let alone creating opportunities for him to go find Jiayin, that was just wishful thinking.
After saying that, he didn't give Ye Wuge a chance to speak.
He turned around and went downstairs. When he reached the stairway, he didn't forget to slam the door that led to the rooftop shut with a bang.
Ye Wuge heard Jialan lock the door with a click, clearly intending for him to spend the whole night in the wind on the rooftop.
He turned to look at the disappearing moon in the night sky, standing alone on the rooftop outside the door, feeling completely messed up by the wind.
