"Jin Mo said she's leaving Ningjiang, and I must stop her," Tang Yan said calmly, but his pale fingertips revealed his true feelings.
"You go and stop her? If she would listen to you, she wouldn't have left you alone in the cold. You're skilled in business, but you're too naive when it comes to relationships!" Song Qi roared, interrupting him.
Tang Yan's eyes were downcast, his body chilled. He had never felt so ill, even his healed wounds were throbbing with pain, but his heart hurt the most.
Song Qi was right. If Jin Mo really cared about him and didn't want to leave, she wouldn't have cold-heartedly left him alone in the snow.
It was getting dark. Song Qi looked at Tang Yan lying on the bed and sighed helplessly, unsure whether to go look for Jin Mo or not.
Lanshan Villa.
Jin Mo, along with Deng Huixu, packed up her things, ready to leave. After all, this was Tang Yan's house, and there was no reason to stay since they had broken up.
