"Luo Xiaoqian, I'll give you one week. If after one week, you still haven't left Leng Zimo, then brace yourself for all the media in the world to come interviewing you. Committing murder for the woman he loves – such a grand love story. Do you really have the heart to watch him destroy himself? Ha..."
The man's voice once again rang in her ears like a curse, and Luo Xiaoqian suddenly snapped back to reality, wiping away her tears and dashing out of the study, up the stairs, quickly gathering her identity card, passport, and other essentials before turning and rushing into the bedroom to pull open the wardrobe.
Leng Zimo was about to return to the Capital soon, and if he didn't see her at the entrance of the marriage registration office, he would definitely come looking for her. She needed to be quick.
Whoosh!
As the closet door slid open, the clothes inside were revealed.
His suits were interspersed with her dresses; their clothing completely intermixed.
