He firmly believed, "Being infatuated with a woman is like giving your opponent a knife, a knife that can pierce the heart. Don't give your opponent such an opportunity!"
Gu Shaocheng gently swirled his wine glass. The hazy night light was like the shimmering wine in his hand, possessing a fascinating charm.
But this charm is far less compelling than Chenxing's. His obsession with her seemed like a bewitched madness, she was his inner demon, and now he was already consumed by this obsession, no longer caring if she would become a knife.
Even if she is a knife, what is there to be afraid of?
Gu Shaocheng raised his glass to him and drained it in one gulp. "Did you call me out in the middle of the night to talk about women?"
Kevin leisurely took a sip of wine, then pulled out a list from his pocket: "Here is what you wanted, three million, remember to transfer it to my account. I'm tired."
