Lin Shu roared his words, and simultaneously, tears broke free from his eyes.
Lin Shu thought that two months would be enough for his heart to calm down. But he didn't realize that the hurt was so deep; it had barely scabbed over before now.
And now, Fang Zhi had personally ripped that scab off, and his pain had resurfaced.
"Dare you say, Fang Zhi, that you weren't with Su Wenjing that day?" Lin Shu sobbed as he questioned him.
Fang Zhi softened his expression, "Indeed, I was with her, but it was purely for the company's negotiations."
Lin Shu shook his head, scoffing: "Does negotiating require drinking? Does it require intimately holding each other so closely?"
Fang Zhi furrowed his brows, "Who said we were holding each other?"
Lin Shu pulled out his mobile phone, and opened to the message from two months ago, directly presenting it to Fang Zhi.
"Look at this, dare you still say there was nothing between the two of you?" Lin Shu challenged him.
