Heaven knows the mental torture he had endured while being forced to listen to their Third Master and the young mistress's conversation!
The two were sickeningly sweet, exchanging "I love you"s and "I like you"s, numbing his heart.
The damn stench of romantic sappiness almost suffocated him!
He had to rush out to breathe some normal, fresh air!
The atmosphere in the technical department was indeed more normal; just look—like him, they were all single, seated in neat rows, almost too orderly!
Alas, truly, singles were better off together; this kind of life was more comfortable and stress-free.
…
Returning from the technical department, Gu Qi hadn't even entered when he happily said to Gu Yuheng, "Third Master, guess who tampered with your cell phone?"
"Hmm?"
"It was Su Manwen!" Gu Qi said, but realized there was not a trace of surprise on Gu Yuheng's face, which made him a bit puzzled, "Third Master, why aren't you surprised at all?"
"I had guessed as much."
