Wang Wan looked at Bai Yuewan with an indifferent gaze as she lost her mind, and when she finally took a break, he still sat leisurely on the sofa and asked coldly, "Are you done throwing your tantrum?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Yuewan almost ran out of breath.
So, in his eyes, her current behavior was just going crazy?
Did he not listen to a single word she had just said?!
Bai Yuewan trembled even more with anger, her eyes red as she stared at Wang Wan.
Her teeth ground together with a gritting sound, "In your view, am I just simply throwing a tantrum?"
"Otherwise?"
"Don't you think you've really lived in vain all these years? Even though other rich young masters might indulge in pleasures, none are as aimless as you!"
Wang Wan found Bai Yuewan's words partly amusing.
None?
What about all of his fair-weather friends?
"My friends are just like me; you are mistaken," he said.
