Cry If You Want
Editor: Atlas Studios
Fu Yunshen frowned slightly, but he did not say anything. Instead, he handed over another wine bottle because he knew that the other party needed to vent, not comfort.
Nangong Jue was stunned.
"You'll feel better after venting." Fu Yunshen gestured at the wine bottle.
Nangong Jue paused. He didn't like how out of control he looked.
"Don't forget, I'm not only a surgeon but also a Ph.D. in psychology. Ah Jue, what you need now is to vent." Fu Yunshen stuffed the wine bottle into his hand.
Nangong Jue looked at the bottle in his hand, then smashed it again. Then he got up and kicked the coffee table down too, smashing the television, stereo, and everything else. In a moment, the most luxurious private room in the entire clubhouse became a mess.
"Are you feeling better?" Fu Yunshen finished the remaining red wine in his glass and threw the glass on the ground.
Nangong Jue exhaled and turned to leave.