"..." Fang Jingting suddenly froze, staring at Jian Liangtong. She opened her mouth to retort, but in the end, she found she had no rebuttal.
"I have things to do. Excuse me." Jian Liangtong said and brushed past her, heading toward the VIP room.
Fang Jingting clenched her fists and could only watch her leave.
...
At night, Fang Jingting sat dazedly in front of the dressing table, wrapped in a robe.
It was already early morning, yet she felt not a trace of sleepiness.
Her gaze swept over the empty room and the neat, unwrinkled bed, filling her heart with endless bitterness.
Ever since she found out about the incident where she had secretly altered Hao Hao and Huo Shaojun's paternity report, Huo Xingli had never shared a bed with her again, sleeping in the study every day.
Fang Jingting had been pampered by Huo Xingli for half a lifetime, and had long since grown proud and haughty from it.
Therefore, she couldn't lower her stance to reconcile when Huo Xingli neglected her.
