Wen Ruocheng looked at the pile of ragged junk inside the parcel, so furious that he kicked it away.
Lin Xia! He would remember this! Did that bitch really think she could worry about herself even while she was leaving? Was this the trash she thought was good enough to give him? The contents of the parcel lay scattered across the floor: waste newspapers, an old cotton quilt, and a battered enamel basin. A letter slipped out from inside an enamel mug.
Wen Ruocheng opened it, glanced at it, and immediately flew into a frenzy, tearing the letter to shreds.
Chapter 65