Seeing the woman tugging at her tie as she walked towards the bathroom, Song Qingyang smirked slightly, "You're back?"
Yu Dou's thin lips moved slightly, "Judging by your state, it seems you didn't drink because you were agitated by the news report. It appears you have many grievances about marrying me!"
Song Qingyang squinted, "What report? And grievances about marrying you, haven't you always known?"
Yu Dou glanced at her, gave a thin smile, and turned away.
But Song Qingyang didn't let him go, she jumped off the bed, rushing forward to grab him, "Stop right there, don't leave without making things clear, why... why are you leaving?"
Yu Dou's gaze was cold, and his expression was also cold. He said, "If I don't leave, then what? Stay here and drink with you? Sorry, I'm not interested in wallowing in self-pity and defeat here with you. I have a lot of work to do..."
Yu Dou let go of Song Qingyang's hand and was about to leave again, but Song Qingyang grabbed him once more.
