Chen Dan had a canary, whom he had met last year, but their relationship was not one of equals; he was truly heartless when it came to taking advantage of others, doing whatever pleased him.
That woman was two years older than Chen Dan, but she was completely under his control.
Jiang Li wasn't one to pry into other people's private affairs, but in such a small circle of friends, any little thing about someone would be fodder for their gossip, something to laugh about.
At this moment, Chen Dan emerged from his apartment with a look of unfulfilled desire, and Jiang Li, waiting downstairs, remarked with a sigh, "No need to sulk, it's not like you're parting from death."
Chen Dan was still frowning as he buckled his seatbelt, his tone listless, "You don't understand."
