"Big brother, I'm feeling terrible ..."
Jing Zhi's voice was low and hoarse. His face was pale and he was drenched. He looked like an abandoned beast who had come to find the person closest to him to recuperate after being injured.
He sat down on the sofa with a blank expression.
Jing Rui looked him up and down. Seeing that he was not injured, he was relieved and did not ask him what was wrong.
Jing Rui felt that there could be nothing else but a relationship problem that could make an assassin, who had survived a bloody battle, lose his soul.
"You broke up with Zheng yuluo?"
He hit the nail on the head and immediately guessed the reason.
Jing Zhi didn't say anything. He and Zheng yuluo might have never even started.
He did not deny it, and Jing Rui knew that he had guessed right.
He was both angry and amused!
