She picked up a new glass, poured in the wine, and then drank it in one gulp.
By today, past grievances and old grudges don't seem to matter much anymore; she's made mistakes and paid the price, and with him, it's all settled now.
After finishing her drink, Rong Wei put the glass back on the table, "You don't look too good. How about I call Gu Nanqiao to pick you up?"
"It's too late, I don't want her to go out alone," he said coldly, "Besides, she needs to take care of the child."
Rong Wei raised the corners of her mouth, sarcasm spilling from her eyes.
She must be sick to worry about him. What does his life or death have to do with her now?
She pushed aside the chair and stood up, "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving."
Huo Jingting watched her take two steps out, then suddenly spoke, "Rong Wei, who told you to take her to the memorial service?"
Rong Wei froze in place at his words.
