Petty tricks, not worth my anger.
Jian Xi, with an air of "righteous indignation," penned a complaint. In it, she sarcastically criticized Si Yuhuan for his shameless two-timing. She also snapped a Polaroid photo of Jiang Qimeng's ostentatious social media posts and placed it with the letter on the bedside table.
After packing her suitcase, she left with her head held high.
When Si Yuhuan returned to his room, he didn't see Jian Xi, only the complaint letter and the Polaroid pictures.
"Nonsense!"
He hurried off in his car, while Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh.
"If they keep this up, when will they ever have a baby!"
Jian Xi sneezed.
She was already preparing to board the plane.
Who's thinking of me now? Probably that bastard Si Yuhuan.
Wan Yu called, "Xixi, where are you off to in the middle of the night?"
"How do you know?" Jian Xi was creeped out. She had left without a sound; how could Wan Yu know?
Wan Yu laughed slyly, "Just look behind you."
