Wang Qing sneered and said, "You can say whatever you want. You're still smiling now, but you'll be crying later."
Jiang Yu glanced at her and ignored her. She continued packing her things.
After packing her things, Jiang Yu walked up to Wang Qing and asked, "Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Wang Qing stopped her and said, "Are you feeling guilty?"
Jiang Yu could do nothing about Wang Qing and said helplessly, "Why would I feel guilty?"
Wang Qing said, "If you're not feeling guilty, then you can stay here."
Jiang Yu did not know what Wang Qing was up to, but she really did not want to waste any more time with Wang Qing, so she said, "I don't have time to waste with you here."
Wang Qing said, "Who said I'm wasting my time with you?"
As she said that, someone opened the door. It was a middle-aged man in a suit. He wore a pair of glasses and had a wretched expression on his face.
