Wen Congrui looked down from above at the woman clutching her calf, her head raised, crying like a rain-drenched pear blossom, pitiful and lovely.
If this were a man, he probably would have softened and began cherishing the beauty before him.
However, Wen Congrui's eyes flashed with disgust and irritation, and he said in a deep voice, "Let go."
Lan Shu's heart trembled, and she instinctively released her grip, choking out, "Young Master, Lan Shu knows her mistake, please give Lan Shu a chance, Lan Shu won't leave."
"You have served me for many years, do you not know my temperament? I have said that I will not change what I have decided, yet you dared to send word home? Lan Shu, you have greatly disappointed me." Wen Congrui coldly dropped the sentence, "Go and pack."
He lifted his leg to leave, and after taking only two steps, he heard a collision behind him.
