A Familiar Cell Phone Number

An Yexuan leaned against the wall and watched Yun Bixue and Xie Limo like a hawk. Seeing how sweet the two of them were, his heart ached dully and uncomfortably.

After seeing the two of them kiss, he was simply shocked. Although he utterly refused to admit it, the truth simply stunned him. The sharp look on his face also instantly vanished.

It was only after Xie Limo and Yun Bixue disappeared from his sight that An Yexuan finally unclenched his tight fists. He punched the wall harshly, and the impact left some bloodstains on the wall.

His subordinate saw how Young Master An was torturing himself and couldn't understand why. He hurriedly rushed forward and offered An Yexuan a handkerchief, not even daring to make too much noise. He asked cautiously, "Young Master An, you should clean the wound on your hand. Let's go home and take care of it."

That beautiful pair of hands had been injured, and even his subordinate couldn't bear to look at it.