"Darling! You haven't paid the bill yet!"
Yue Feng's steps halted abruptly, his thin lips pressed tightly together; no one knew just how wronged and uncomfortable he felt at that moment.
The gift he had chosen with such care had been tainted, and he no longer wanted to give Jing Yiren something that someone else had touched, an unclean gift.
He took out his wallet, drew a card with force, and tossed it into Li Tong's embrace.
Then, he turned and strode away.
Li Tong swiped the card and caught up with Yue Feng's steps.
Li Tong thought that Yue Feng was angry because she went through his phone, violating his privacy.
Li Tong was even more worried about losing Yue Feng, such an outstanding man, comparable to Lu Ming—who wouldn't like him, who wouldn't love him.
And during the past half-month of their time together, Li Tong found that her own heart was still wavering, falling into it.
She followed behind, constantly apologizing to Yue Feng.
