Annie Zhao's eyes were red, filled with indignation.
She could not hold back her tears and wailed out. "Wah!" She cried out in pity, "Why do you have to treat me like this? I…"
"Shut up!" Shang Mo cut off her words, annoyed. His deep eyes had some sense of coldness from within, and it did not have a hint of pity.
Annie Zhao shut her mouth. Her small face white as a sheet and her eyes were filled with helplessness and anxiousness.
Her lips fluttered and she did not dare to make a noise. Pitiful tears continuously rolled down her cheeks and her sharp nails dug into her palm.
"Don't force me to throw you out now!"
Annie Zhao's tears fell even more fervently, still, she tried to hold back her cries. She turned around and ran out. The moment she entered her guest room on level one, she cried out loudly.
Her jealousy felt so terrible as though it tore her heart open. She swept the cup on the nightstand to the floor with her hand.