"Who is he?" Nian Qingyun asked, his face ashen-gray. The way he called out with such affection made Nian Qingyun's blood boil.
"My friend." Murong Cheng turned and grinned.
"So, someone who's just a friend is picking you up right after settling your divorce?" Nian Qingyun was incensed.
"You're absolutely right. Actually, he's not just an ordinary friend. We're making progress towards something more. If you're free, you can stay posted on social media. I might just share about my happy moments." Murong Cheng shook his hand off.
The man in the Audi got out of the car to open the door for her smoothly. Murong Cheng got in ever so gracefully.
"You're that guy in finance." Nian Qingyun could not stop himself. He barged in front of the man and said, "She was my wife. You were just waiting to pounce all along."
