Luo Haofeng threw down his phone, got out of bed, and strode over to yank open the door. He glared at Qi Meiling with a dark expression, "Qi Meiling, if you disturb me again, just roll back to your own home."
"Brother Haofeng."
Qi Meiling, frightened by his roar, immediately teared up, her grip tightening on the cold medicine in her hand: "I know you hate me and are trying every means to drive me away. But I love you, no matter how fierce you are to me, I won't leave you."
After speaking, she forced the cold medicine into his hand and turned to return to her own room next to his.
Luo Haofeng bitterly pursed his lips and hurled the cold medicine into the hallway with force, slamming the door shut with a bang before returning to his bed and redialing Mo Xiuchen's number.
Mo Xiuchen expected Luo Haofeng to call and was waiting in his study, not yet asleep.
"Did you send your admirer away?"
