Life Isn’t What You Wished For, Sangsang Is

This kid surely picked the right thing to rip. 

She ripped the one he spent countless days and nights writing. 

Mu Chen had already looked beyond death; he didn't care that he was alive, and he didn't care if he was dead. 

But there just happened to be Ye Sang, the variable. 

Mu Chen glared at the little thing who looked down at the floor and grinded his teeth. 

He wanted to beat her up but he couldn't bear to do it. 

This contradicting feeling made Mu Chen's unhappiness reach its peak. 

Mu Chen closed his eyes and tapped his table with his long slim and cold fingers. He looked at her for a few seconds and his speechlessness was torture. 

Even adults wouldn't be able to stand the cramp and uneasy atmosphere like this, let alone a child. 

But he didn't know that Ye Sang was a natural optimist. He ignored her and she started to entertain herself.