The thumbs down was the most arrogant provocation. Even from a distance, he could feel the blatant disdain targeted towards him.
Su Zhe clenched his hands and slammed his fist into the windshield. The glass cracked at the force and shattered. His knuckles had deep gashes, cut cut by the glass fragments until they bled.
Once again, he could only watch helplessly as his treasured Tang Mo'er was taken away by another man.
…
In the Bentley, the car slowed down and resumed its original pace. Gu Mohan looked at the woman on his thigh and grabbed her small face, directing her gaze towards him. "In the future, open your eyes and choose your man wisely. Just take a look at your ex-fiance. What's so good about a man who watches his own woman running away with another man, yet does nothing about it. What a disgrace."
