Rui Kun left, and Nan Mufeng slowly sat down. His chest was still heaving violently.
Diamond Level beau ideal, single men all over the world had a chance...
"Damn it!"
He slammed his fist down heavily onto the table, causing it to shake violently.
The lid of the teacup slid off, and Nan Mufeng reached out to catch it, but it was too late.
Clatter—
It fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.
Nan Mufeng stared blankly at the ceramic shards on the ground, his hand still outstretched as if to catch something.
His heart felt like it was viciously swept away by something.
It was a teacup made by Jian Xi herself, and he had actually smashed it?
Sunlight poured in, casting his long shadow onto the floor.
He suddenly grabbed his coat and rushed out.
"Hey, Nan Mufeng, where are you going?" Commander Liu came towards him and was nearly bowled over by Nan Mufeng's rush.
"Commander, I have something urgent..."
