Cheng Weiyue spoke up, her voice very firm as she said, "I only like you right now."
...
Li Zhao stood at the doorway for a long time before finally stepping inside.
Zhou Jingwei's departure was so straightforward that it caught him off guard.
Perhaps no man could accept the scene that had just unfolded before their eyes.
Seeing the woman they loved held in the arms of an ex-lover.
How had Zhou Jingwei endured it?
Li Zhao dared not think about it.
But the fact that the incident didn't escalate was a relief.
Li Zhao walked over to Zhao Hanchen, who sat on the sofa in silence, sighed, and said, "Hanchen, isn't it about time? Shall I take you home?"
Zhao Hanchen seemed not to have heard, continuing to sit in silence.
So Li Zhao said no more, just quietly keeping him company.
After a long while, he heard Zhao Hanchen's voice, cold and husky, as he said, "Do you think I used to be a real bastard?"
