Wen Zhiyao waved at Tang Yishen.
Wen Zhiyao had her own standpoint, and Tang Yishen did not insist anymore. The car windows rolled up and he drove away.
Zhou Yunsheng observed the interplay between the two. Wen Zhiyao smiled warmly at Tang Yishen, but with him, she was utterly cold.
The contrast was too distinct.
A bitter taste spreading in Zhou Yunsheng's heart. The warm smile she used to give him now seemed a distant past. It felt like no sooner had he faded from Wen Zhiyao's mind.
Except for him, it seemed she could accommodate any other man.
His heart aching, Zhou Yunsheng strode over, directly grabbed Wen Zhiyao's arm, forcing her to face him.
As their eyes met, Wen Zhiyao's brows knitted slightly, he was a persistent nuisance.
"Do you really believe Tang Yishen is a good person? I tell you, he is a scoundrel. You'd better stay far away from him; he can't be controlled by you." Zhou Yunsheng voiced out his jealousy.
