The same evening Jun lied down on his bed and enjoyed the ongoing war against Missimperfectlyfine. He sipped onto his wine, his dark eyes blazing with satisfaction but fury too. He would make it sure that Missimperfectlyfine's career would be over for good.
Snatching Ai's hard work…I won't let this slide at any cost!
He sighed and leaned back on his pillow. Taking out the gift box from the bedside drawer, he kept it on his lap and stared at it.
Tomorrow was Jinhai and Nana's wedding anniversary, which he wasn't allowed to attend.
Mom would be sad, right? But Dad will be there to manage it.
It pained him not to be a part of the celebration. But it was something he brought upon himself.