No one is absolutely indispensable to anyone. You can live without whoever; besides, he was never really anyone's anything to begin with.
The man lifted his head. The time glowed on the screen: 03:45.
It was already this late.
Chennchenn should be asleep by now, right?
Mo Beiyan's mind conjured up the image of Tong Ran sitting quietly, her profile kneaded clean by the sunlight, that sharp, delicate chin particularly pleasing. The man closed his eyes and opened them again, over and over, yet he just couldn't shake it off.
Fuck!
Mo Beiyan's brows furrowed. He stood up, sending the whole coffee table flying with a kick. He flung away the bottle in his hand. Had he drunk too much?
He grabbed the car keys on the table and walked out of the private room. The waiter standing guard outside hurried over obsequiously. "Young Master Yan, you're leaving already?"
