Pei Yang clenched both fists, his nails pressing red marks into his palms, his knuckles white from the force.
He closed his eyes for a moment, unable to imagine how Feng Wanting would react to seeing Pei Zhi. He would surely be disgusted, repulsed. He might even suspect that Pei Yang had inherited Pei Zhi's inferior genes and grow sick of him, regretting and resenting ever having feelings for someone like him.
Pei Yang felt utterly drained. His voice seemed to be squeezed from deep in his throat, weak and powerless. "Are you leaving or not?"
"I'm not leaving! Where else can I go once I walk out that door?" Pei Zhi sprawled on the floor, shamelessly refusing to budge. His hideous expression made Pei Yang sick.
He was terrified that Feng Wanting would suddenly come home and see this. How would he explain it? Would Feng Wanting blame him for sullying his home?
Pei Yang pressed his back against the cold wall, his heartbeat pounding so hard that his eardrums hurt. He stared at the digital clock. Every tick sounded like a countdown.
He staggered to the entryway, took his bag off the hook with trembling hands, and pulled out a key to throw to Pei Zhi. "Nanyuan Residential Complex. It's the place I rented. The unit number's on the key. Find your own way there."
Like a rat catching the scent of blood, Pei Zhi lunged over and picked up the key. "Well, look at you, Yang. You've even got another place."
"I'll come find you once I've sorted out my own affairs." Fury burned in Pei Yang's eyes as he warned him, "If you ever dare come here again, Pei Zhi, I'll take you down with me."
Pei Zhi shuddered instinctively. Pei Yang's vicious gaze frightened him