You Must Be Jealous

"I don't hear any concern," Feng Yanze said sarcastically. "It's good you're not kicking me while I'm down. I've never seen you so kind before." When this guy graduated, the professors at the school almost bought firecrackers to celebrate.

The more outstanding someone was in the industry, the more irritating they could be. And with him, people often had no choice but to admit their bad luck.

"I'm not concerned about you. Of course, you can't tell."

This sentence, annoyingly, made sense.

Feng Yanze sneered and hung up.

Soon, the phone rang again.

After answering, he heard Zhou Hengguang's accusation, "You hung up on me."

"You don't care about me. Why should I listen?"

"Yan Ze, are you jealous?" Zhou Hengguang teased.

Feng Yanze moved the phone away from his ear as goosebumps rose on his skin. "What do you think?"

"I think you must be jealous."