Gu Jiashun's face paled slightly.
"Jiang Zhe, you…"
"Can it be fixed?"
Gu Jiashun knew, of course, it was beyond repair and shook his head subconsciously.
"If it can't be fixed, is saying sorry of any use?"
Gu Jiashun's mouth opened, then clenched his teeth.
Jiang Zhe's eyes held a cold aloofness combined with a hint of redness, seductive and teasing, yet utterly ruthless.
"Here's the water." Xiao Meng came over with three bottles, handing one to Gu Jiashun and one to Jiang Zhe.
After Jiang Zhe took it, Gu Jiashun said, "Jiang Zhe, you can't make decisions for Xiao Meng."
"Is that so?" A mocking smile curved on Jiang Zhe's lips.
Xiao Meng nodded, "Jiang Zhe can fully represent me in making decisions."
Gu Jiashun's face went through an interplay of green and white.
Jiang Zhe left with Xiao Meng.
Watching Jiang Zhe's retreating figure, Gu Jiashun could not pin down exactly what he was feeling.
"Jiashun!" Jiang Fanyue walked over from behind him.
