This is a classic case of bringing trouble upon oneself.
Why was he thinking such nonsensical things without cause?
Well, now it's done, isn't it?
No one could describe Yang Wen's feelings at this moment—it's a mix of bitterness and sorrow, a deep and profound sadness.
He remembered offending Bo Yimo when he was a kid, and then that brat tormented him for a month, leaving an indelible mark. An entire month, seriously? Isn't that a bit too petty?
Yang Wen's sorrow seemed to overflow, wishing he could turn back time—arghhh!
Yang Wen dawdled, afraid to go over, his face worse than crying. "Haha, Little Fatty, it's you two lovebirds' matter, I won't go over and be a third wheel, you two have a good chat."
Seeing his cowardly look, Tong Yan couldn't help but laugh, putting away her phone, "Director Yang, I was just kidding, and you actually believed it."
"..."
Yang Wen could no longer say a word.
Birds of a feather flock together.
People imitate their associates.
