Gu Jiashun's complexion turned a shade paler.
"Jiang Zhe, you..."
"Can it be fixed?"
Gu Jiashun knew it obviously couldn't be fixed and shook his head subconsciously.
"It can't be fixed, so what's the use of apologizing?"
Gu Jiashun's mouth opened and then he bit his teeth together.
A cold indifference and a hint of red glistened in the corner of Jiang Zhe's eyes, seductive and provocative, yet utterly ruthless.
"The water's here." Xiao Meng came over with three bottles of water, handing one to Gu Jiashun and one to Jiang Zhe.
Taking a bottle, Jiang Zhe said, "Gu Jiashun, you can't make decisions for Xiao Meng."
"Is that so?" A mocking smile curled at Jiang Zhe's lips.
Xiao Meng nodded, "Jiang Zhe can completely represent me in making decisions."
A succession of paleness and flushes swept across Gu Jiashun's face.
Jiang Zhe left with Xiao Meng.
Watching Jiang Zhe's fading figure, Gu Jiashun couldn't quite articulate the mix of feelings inside him.
