Mr. Ji Really Doesn't Mind?

Ye Shengge's eyes turned warm.

Again.

She would rather that he did not spend much effort to please her and not give her any illusions.

The feeling of her dream being broken again and again was too cruel. It was better to let her face reality from the start.

She did not know if she should rejoice or not. Now that her illusion had been completely shattered, she would no longer hold on to unrealistic hope.

"Be good and sleep for a while. I'll come in and call you later," the man said in a deep voice as he placed her legs on the bed.

Ye Shengge glanced at him but didn't say anything. She quietly lay down with her back facing him.

Ji Shiting paused for a moment, covered her with a blanket, turned around and walked out of the lounge.

Tang Ranran had entered and was cleaning up the glass shards on the floor.

Seeing him walk out, she immediately said, "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry… I…"

Ji Shiting interrupted her coldly. "Who let you in?"