Wu Chenjin saw his innocent expression and felt disgusted by his hypocritical words. He was as disgusted as his mistress' mother.
Wu Chaotian pushed him away and stood up from the chair. He tidied up his clothes and said disdainfully, "Do you want to know about my relationship with Song Nuanyi?"
He sneered and pointed at Wu Chenjin's shoulder. "Ask her yourself."
The sky was full of dark clouds, making it hard for people to breathe.
Wu Chenjin walked on the street. The car behind him whizzed past him. Uncle Zhang followed him and kept persuading him.
"Little Jin, go back. It's going to rain."
Wu Chenjin acted as if he did not hear him and walked forward alone. The autumn rain was cold. He thought that he would be drenched to the core, but when he looked up, he found that he already had an umbrella.
"Uncle Zhang, don't worry about me. I want to be alone for a while."
