"Luo Ziling, you bastard, you're driving me mad!"
Standing by the window, looking at Luo Ziling's carefree departing back, Ouyang Feifei felt a murderous urge.
Luo Ziling had propped her up to the bed, teased her for a while, and then left.
The once hesitant yet welcoming Ouyang Feifei had waited for some time before realizing Luo Ziling had left.
She ran to the window, just in time to see Luo Ziling getting into his car, and nearly smashed a nearby vase.
However, after a bout of frustration, she calmed down.
Upon carefully recalling the detailed conversation with Luo Ziling earlier that night, Ouyang Feifei felt somewhat relieved.
She believed that Luo Ziling had taken her words to heart.
"Hmph, I'm going to be involved in all your affairs!" Thinking of this, Ouyang Feifei's lips curved slightly, "I won't let you off the hook."
In truth, the situation with Luo Ziling left Ouyang Feifei feeling very conflicted.
