Without giving Shen Qingqing a chance to speak, Jiang Zhixun abruptly opened the door and left without looking back.
He was tall with long legs and quickly descended the stairs.
It was barely past four in the morning, not yet time for training.
Shen Qingqing still wanted to say a few more words to get Jiang Zhixun to agree to the divorce and submit the application as soon as possible.
She chased to the doorway, not even catching a glimpse of his silhouette.
The coat she was wearing slipped to the ground, leaving her chilled.
Only then did Shen Qingqing realize she was wearing a nightgown.
Luckily, her pants were fine but her arms were exposed to the air.
It seemed a bit odd.
Instinctively, she touched her chest, relieved to find her vest was still on.
Her anxious heart wouldn't settle; she had been so drunk last night that she couldn't have changed her clothes herself.
There were only two possibilities.
Either the front desk lady helped her change.
