Qin Shuang's fingers trembled. Her phone slipped, "clack," and fell, striking her bare foot directly.
Qin Shuang hissed in pain and only then did she realize what nonsense He Zhiyao, that bastard, had spouted!
Her face flushed with anger, she practically lunged for the cushion on the sofa and hurled it at He Zhiyao without a second thought.
He Zhiyao caught the cushion with his hand.
Qin Shuang pointed towards the door, gritting her teeth as she spoke, "Get out of here—"
He Zhiyao didn't move.
Bending down, Qin Shuang picked up her phone. "Fine, you won't leave? I will!"
Then she called out to Chen Jing, "Sister Chen, pack up. Book a hotel room. We're leaving now!"
Having said that, she didn't give He Zhiyao another glance and turned, heading upstairs towards the bedroom.
When He Zhiyao saw she was serious, he quickly stood up to follow. Standing too abruptly, his vision blurred, and the familiar sensation of dizziness came over him, his sight dimming slightly.