Dragging her suitcase, Wen Nuan stood at the company's entrance, stunned by the scene in front of her, her heart aching violently. She bit her lip and got into the taxi parked on the side: "To the train station, please."
"Ah, youth, so impulsive, hitting without even saying a word." The driver was the same one who brought her to the company earlier and had just witnessed the fight. He couldn't help but sigh, "You know, why can't people talk things through? Don't you agree, miss? When you find a boyfriend in the future, don't pick one like him."
Wen Nuan responded softly, turning her face to see Leng Yan standing up, supported by the car. A string of tears fell, and her heart ached.
She knew Tan Qing had hit Leng Yan out of anger at seeing her wronged, and she felt a bit grateful for his kindness. But she also saw Leng Yan's hand instinctively covering his stomach, his face pale.
