"Damn!"
The always refined and scholarly Shen Minghan couldn't help but complain, "What's the use of saying all this embarrassing stuff in front of me?"
After finishing, he coughed several times, completely choked by the smoke filling the room.
Before he arrived, Wei Feng had already told him that Han Luoli's identity had been revealed to the girl, who couldn't accept it for the time being and had run away.
"Heh… she won't even listen to me now…" Han Luoli's eyes were cold and desolate, reflecting his bitter melancholy as he pondered over this thorny issue, trying to figure out how to solve it. He racked his brains, only to realize: love was even harder to deal with than deceitful business wars.
Shen Minghan let out a light sigh, not bothering with the man who had turned into a smokestack any longer. He plunked down opposite him and began to speak.
