Sheng Shaochen pulled Ye Shu to his side, then turned to the stunned Sun Nanjue with his mouth agape and said, "Sun Nanjue, do a good job helping Miss Ye, and don't screw it up!"
His tone was grinding and heavy with bitterness.
Sun Nanjue felt as though a malign wind was blowing in July, chilling him to the bone.
When he looked at Gu Zuocheng, his eyes conveyed a trace of sympathy.
"Young Master Gu, do you need any help?" Sun Nanjue asked cheekily, shrugging his shoulders at Gu Zuocheng.
After all, Gu Zuocheng was Sheng Shaochen's own cousin.
Even if Sheng Shaochen was furious, Sun Nanjue wasn't quite sure how far to go in reprimanding Gu Zuocheng.
Sun Nanjue truly regretted leaving his phone with Sheng Shaochen, which had brought nothing but trouble upon himself.
"Doesn't my brother have a fear of women?" Gu Zuocheng drew his gaze back morosely and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Wishing he could inhale the entire cigarette in one go.
