In the face of Nan Ge's "provocation", Nan Zhe showed no mercy and directly blacklisted her WeChat.
His phone was thrown onto the table with a clang.
On the sofa, his friend, who was drinking coffee, almost spat it out in shock.
"What's wrong? Weren't you fine just now? Who provoked you again?"
Nan Zhe placed one hand on his waist and paced back and forth in anger. He had lost his noble aura.
A few seconds later, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He raised one hand and swore. "Let me make it clear, Shen Yanqing! I will never forgive you for stealing my sister!"
"…So you're not going to the banquet tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'm going!" Nan Zhe snorted. "Why not?"
Hearing his tone, his friend was a little suspicious. "With your current erratic mental state, are you sure you won't fight with him tomorrow?"
Nan Zhe scoffed.
"Am I that kind of person?"
"…"
