Deng kun's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He looked heartbroken and infatuated.
Even Zheng yuluo felt that she had been a little too cruel.
Deng kun had always been a Playboy, so she had never known how much he liked her.
"We've already broken up. Deng kun, go home. Don't come looking for me anymore. I have someone I like. Didn't you see it the night before?"
"No! I don't believe that you would like that kind of person! The owner of the bar is obviously from the underworld. He's not a good person. If you follow him, you can't even see the light! But I can give you the best life. My job is open and honorable, and I'm respected!"
In fact, Zheng yuluo was also suspicious of Jing Zhi's identity.
Indeed, he always covered his face, not letting people see his full appearance.
He did have a cold temperament, like a god of death, as if he would go berserk at any moment.
