There was one day left before the end of the contract. Yun Ruomu had already packed his clothes and was preparing to leave early tomorrow morning. But why were the clothes he had packed so well the next day hanging in the closet?
"Turtle-haired man, what do you mean?"
Seeing the anger on Yun Ruomu's face, Su Jiarong couldn't see any guilt at all, and there was some questioning hidden in his casual tone, "You kissed me and left like this? What a beautiful thought!"
"You..."
"You don't want to be responsible for me?"
"I..."
"Okay, I agree"
"No, what did I promise? No, what did I say that you promised?"
"Don't you want to leave me by hanging up the clothes again?"
"Dog man, you hung it back up yourself..."
