Realizing that Lu Heting wasn't willing to give her his phone number, Su Bei faltered slightly, and a touch of regret flashed through her eyes. Just when she was about to withdraw her hand, however, he reached out and took the gift box.
"Mr. Lu!" Su Bei exclaimed with renewed joy in her eyes. "I've written my phone number there. Please contact me after you cool off."
"Do you think the anger of five years can disappear in a moment?" Lu Heting took the gift, clenching it with his slender fingers, and then set his glass down on the table with a thud, got up, and strode out of the hall.
He tightened his grip on the gift box until his blue veins protruded from his fingers.
'Anger of five years?' Su Bei wondered in confusion. Hadn't he said that he didn't remember her? In that case, how could he be angry at her for five years?
Perhaps he did remember her, but he hated her for leaving without informing him. She had probably hurt his pride.
