Silent and examining inside, Mo Hexuan's gaze stopped at the vanity table.
He walked over, picked up the bank card on the vanity table, and glanced at it, his eyes getting even colder.
It was the bank card he had given her. He gritted his teeth, walked over and opened the wardrobe; inside were the clothes he sold to her.
This woman left everything he gave her behind.
Clothes, designer bags, bank cards, all left behind.
What does this mean? Drawing a clear line with him?
Ridiculous!
She really dared to leave!
He walked over to the bed, pulled out a cigarette, and began to smoke silently. The bluish-white smoke lingered before his eyes, making his expression extremely gloomy.
Chu Xiaoyu stood at the door, even she didn't dare to disturb him for a moment.
The phone suddenly rang, and Miss Chu stepped aside to answer it. After ending the call, she walked over to Mo Hexuan and said, "Your father... just called me, he asked us to go back for dinner."
"Mm."
