"What are you doing here?" Chi Yue's voice was cold.
Fu Rongyin walked up to her and looked at the suitcase in her hand, stopping her movements.
"There are still ten days left in the month, no need to rush me away."
Chi Yue's body trembled, "You mean, knowing that we are going to separate, you still want me to spend ten days with you? Fu Rongyin, do you even have a heart?"
Fu Rongyin calmly retorted, "Weren't you thinking the same thing initially?"
He pulled her up, methodically dragged the suitcase back, and returned it to its original position.
Chi Yue didn't know where she found the strength, but she dragged the suitcase out again, intending to continue what she was doing.
As expected, Fu Rongyin stopped her again, pulled her out of the cloakroom, then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out a cigarette pack, and lit up.
Chi Yue saw his actions, and her heart was tightly clenched, making it difficult even to breathe.
