Jian Yukuo touched his nose, noticing how Wen Sheng stood his ground, on guard. Slightly exasperated, he said, "Wen Sheng, isn't it overkill to be so complete with our breakup? I get it if you didn't visit me in the hospital, but isn't it too much for you not to invite me in? You're so cold and heartless."
Thinking about previous events, Wen Sheng thought of him as a jerk and wasn't in the mood for a lengthy interaction, "Mr. Jian, will you leave on your own, or should I call the police?"
Jian Yukuo felt embarrassed, but he had no choice but to concede, "Asheng, please, I beg you, give me a chance, let's talk it over."
Wen Sheng's face was indifferent, "Mr. Jian, there's nothing to be said between us."
