As Tang Mo'er walked away, Su Zhe felt his heart shatter. Mo'er… she didn't want to see him, didn't want to speak with him or have anything to do with him anymore. With a few words, she had ended their lifelong friendship with a simple 'Su Zhe, goodbye.'
What had he done? He hated it all, he hated himself. If he had trusted her more and had more faith in their relationship, they would not have ended up like this.
A flash of movement from the corner of his eyes had him turning to fall on the the tall figure at the side, Gu Mohan wasn't far away. Standing upright in the corner, Gu Mohan wore a grey suit and looked every bit the refined and successful business conglomerate Su Zhe was acquainted with. From his speculative expression, his deep and narrow eyes had observed the entire scene with a sharp gaze, and it seemed like he had already deduced what had occured.
