Without giving Shen Qingqing a chance to speak, Jiang Zhixun suddenly yanked the door open and left without looking back.
He had long legs, so he quickly made it downstairs.
It was only a little past four in the morning, not yet time for training.
Shen Qingqing still wanted to say a few more words to convince Jiang Zhixun to agree to the divorce and submit the application as soon as possible.
She chased to the door but didn't even catch a glimpse of his silhouette.
The coat she had draped over herself fell to the ground, leaving her feeling a chilly draft all over.
Only then did Shen Qingqing realize that she was wearing a nightgown.
Her pants were fine, but her upper arms were exposed to the air.
It appeared a bit mismatched.
Instinctively, she touched her chest; the vest was still there.
The anxiety in her heart didn't ease up. Last night, she had been completely drunk and unaware, and there was no way she had changed her clothes herself.
