Zheng Yufei slipped into the restroom with a quick movement, and I didn't dare to get too close, so I simply found an appropriate spot outside and lit up a cigarette.
Soon, a man's voice came from inside, "Yu Fei, it's been so long since you last came to see me. What, have you really fallen for that poor boy?"
The man's voice was very familiar. My smoking hand paused and I searched my brain, suddenly recalling that the owner of the voice was Leng.
Zheng Yufei's voice was indifferent, "No matter what, I'm already married. If there's nothing between us, let's not contact each other again."
But the man clearly didn't intend to let Zheng Yufei off, his voice suddenly harsh, "If you really meant that, you wouldn't have been so eager to be with me when you got married. What, now that you're done using me, you're ready to kick me to the curb?"