However, in the end, Wen Jin's hand didn't reach Yu Anwan. He wanted to strangle this woman, but at the last moment, his rationality restrained him.
Yu Anwan had already granted too many exceptions to Wen Jin. He didn't want, nor was he willing, to encounter more unexpected situations.
Wen Jin gritted his teeth as he looked at Yu Anwan. He said word by word, "Fickle."
Yu Anwan acknowledged it with an indifferent tone.
Without even sparing a glance at Yu Anwan, Wen Jin turned and walked out of the stairwell.
After Wen Jin had left, the faint scent of tobacco and lavender aftershave still lingered in the air. Yu Anwan sneered, her expression unchanged, as she stepped out of the fire escape.
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Zhou Shen stood motionlessly at the door of the hotel suite. It was not that he did not want to move, but he did not dare to.