Yang Xue's gentleness is enough to touch any man's heart.
But Su Jiaxuan's voice was cold as he said, "Classmate Yang, please keep your distance from me."
His frosty words, laced with the smell of alcohol, poured down on Yang Xue like a bucket of ice water.
"Senior, how can you treat me like this... I've liked you for four years... If it's because of Gu Xiaoer, she already has another man now. Besides, think about the means she used to cling to such a man, everyone can guess, right? Senior, you should realize her true nature!"
Yang Xue's voice was almost plaintive.
Clearly, her words had reached Su Jiaxuan's ears.
He put down his glass heavily, turned his head, and finally gave Yang Xue a look, but all it contained was coldness and ruthlessness.
"I like her, what business is it of yours?!"
After dropping that line, Su Jiaxuan left the private room.
The absurd club gathering finally came to an end.
