Angry

The more Lu Zhen thought about it, the more pessimistic she became. Although her rationality told her that Song Jia was not that kind of person, there seemed to be a malicious voice in her heart that was chanting: No, don't trust men.

Lu Zhen shook her head in frustration and decided not to think about these things for the time being. She was very tired now. She wanted to rest.

Lu Zhen returned to her room. Before going to bed, she turned off her phone to avoid seeing Song Jia's message.

After Lu Zhen left, Song Jia looked at the food on the table. Although there was a heater in the room, the dishes quickly turned cold.

When Lu Zhen left, Song Jia wanted to hold her back, but he knew very well that this was indeed his fault. He had not handled his relationship with another woman well. If he were Lu Zhen, he would only be angrier.