"Hmph, that's true, in front of Qi Er Shao, two million is probably an amount he wouldn't even blink an eye to take out."
Lu Jincheng's sarcasm made Ji Yao even more agitated, her stomach hurting from the anger. The injury from her previous miscarriage hadn't yet healed properly, and her forearm ached from a recent bump.
But all physical wounds were nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
So this was how Lu Jincheng saw her all along.
Ji Yao laughed bitterly.
She didn't want to explain anything anymore; she just wanted to leave this place.
After all, misunderstandings had escalated to such a point. Would her explanations make any difference? Would they change the fixed image Lu Jincheng had of her?
There was no need, it had come to this, and this place only brought her sadness.
Without saying a word, Ji Yao turned around and walked away, offering neither apologies nor explanations, leaving Lu Jincheng only a glimpse of her slender figure's determined back.