"What's wrong? We only saw each other a few hours ago. Miss me already?" Zhu Yun asked, her smile radiant. She had taken off her hat, mask, and long-sleeved jacket, and was now wearing a white, cinched-waist blouse and blue, straight-leg pants.
"Someone just told me that you took a knife, dealt with my little lover, and then brought backup to find me and vent your anger. They said your clothes were covered in blood!"
"I've gone from being a perfectly decent guy to some heartless, two-timing scoundrel. Women were even spitting at me on the street!" Chu Shenyu complained, looking utterly wronged.
Although he didn't enjoy all the female attention he got and had never interacted with any woman outside of work, he was still human. Being scorned like that left him feeling utterly dejected.
Zhu Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing. 'People's imaginations are just too wild,' she thought. And the speed at which rumors spread through the factory was no slower than on the internet.
