"What do you mean?" Yan Su did not quite understand him, or rather, she did not dare to read any deeper into his words.
Chen Chen fixed his gaze on her. "Have you ever had suicidal thoughts at night? There was once when he picked up a knife in the middle of the night and slit his wrist. Good thing I was keeping a close watch on him and he was saved."
Yan Su gasped.
"The whole thing was caught on camera by the paparazzi and we spent a huge amount of money to keep it under wraps." Chen Chen laughed bitterly. "We usually only see the glamorous side of Shi Xiang, but deep inside, he's just like a piece of glass — it shatters when touched. Others might not understand him, but don't you know him better? For the past half-year, I arranged for him to see a psychologist, but he just can't get over the wall in his heart. Jin Youlan is not someone you should mess around with."
Upon mentioning that woman, a shiver ran down Yan Su's spine. "How is she now?"
