Lu Chen was about to get angry, but her words froze him in place, a smile tinging his cold gaze. The next second, Zhao Changsheng's words turned his face dark again.
"Momo, men are no good," Zhao Changsheng clutched her chest, shook her head with a sigh, "Someday you'll understand my worth."
Having said that, she turned and walked away with a sultry twist of her waist, her gorgeous face feigning a sad expression.
"Just how heartbroken must this person have been to end up like this?" Su Mo released her hug around Lu Chen, rubbing her arms vigorously, "That's really scary."
"Stay away from her in the future," Lu Chen lowered his head and flicked her forehead.
"You flicked me again!" Su Mo pouted, glaring at him.
"Could you two consider my feelings for a second?" Jianxiong, like a stone statue, had been a spectator for who knows how long, getting increasingly fed up.