Song Yujing remained silent and only responded to her with gentle sobs.
After hanging up the phone, he impatiently put the phone down on the bedside, stretched out, crossed his legs, and squinted at the assistant cleaning up the glass shards on the floor.
"water."
The assistant stopped in panic and brought him tea and water.
Song Yujing took a sip and spit it on his face.
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