Every time they quarreled, he acted as if nothing had happened, but she didn't possess that level of composure. To be insulted so profoundly and still greet him with a smile was beyond her.
"The movie's promotional budget came from me. In other words, you're staying in this room with my money. Why can't I come in?" Ye Feimo retorted, his expression blank, his eyes fixed on her intently.
Wen Nuan hadn't acknowledged him at all during the film festival, especially that definitive "don't know," which thoroughly infuriated Ye Feimo. He had initially just wanted to see her once, but now that wasn't enough.
She could curse him, ridicule him, say anything she wanted, but he couldn't stand Wen Nuan being so cold to him.
So, possessed by some irrational impulse, he came to the hotel.
Wen Nuan's lips curled into a cold smile. She walked over to pack her luggage. Ye Feimo frowned, watching her actions, and asked knowingly, "What are you doing?"
