"How can you compare yourself to him? No matter how good you are, I don't like you, I just like Ye Que."
Chi Zaozao said these words in particularly large volume, as if everyone in the entire villa could hear them.
Of course, this included Ye Que, who had already gone upstairs but had not yet entered the study.
He paused mid-step, a sense of unaccountable bitterness welling up in his chest.
Like him?
If she truly liked him, why would she brazenly kiss another man right before his eyes?
He concealed his icy expression, turned the brass lock, and went into the study.
However, the three people downstairs were looking at each other in dismay, the atmosphere becoming instantly tense.
Tang Wanjun's expression was sullen with hurt. After all, as the Second Young Master of the Tang Family, a handsome and wealthy man, he was always the darling held high by others at school, in the bar, and in various settings.
But in front of Chi Zaozao, he was less than nothing.
