An Ning stared through the windshield at the person sitting in the car, tears of grievance uncontrollably streaming down her face.
She walked a few steps before suddenly speeding up and running forward.
With a swift motion, she opened the car door and got inside.
Mo Ang looked at her through his sunglasses, his thin lips pressed tightly together, showing clear displeasure. "Are you satisfied now?"
An Ning's eyes were red, peering at him through her tears. "How can you abandon me? You finish with me, and then just casually kick me away?"
Now, she didn't know what situation Mo Ang was in, nor who the people around him were, so she could only treat him as Mo Ang, not Yu Jingchen.
Mo Ang felt no pity for her, asking coldly, "Then what do you think happens to someone like you whom I've already played with?"
"You..." An Ning gritted her teeth angrily. "So what now? You're planning to be with another woman? You already have a new target?"
