"Clap, clap, clap!"
Su Sheng suddenly turned around, and although his gaze did not linger on Iceberg for even a moment, it seemed he showed signs of conceding defeat, unexpectedly worried at the critical moment that Iceberg wouldn't be able to withstand the merciless coldness he feigned.
Tang Zijun instantly tensed up her aloof demeanor, when her back was towards the man, the corners of her mouth slightly curved into a smile, finally, you're willing to clap for me, aren't you?
"Masochist," he muttered to himself.
Su Sheng shook his head slightly, could it be that their second tactic had come to such an undramatic end, his feigned indifference, to Iceberg, was insignificant, after all?
He suddenly felt a sense of weary indifference, he too had his own pride, and he would never allow himself to concede defeat in matters of the heart.
Suddenly, he wanted to leave this place, to leave this place that didn't belong to him, to seek and wander!
"Today..."
