She felt like her heart was being fried in oil, painful, unbearably painful.
She hung up the phone, just about to tell Su Junhao she was leaving, but before she could open her mouth, she saw Su Junhao stand up from the ground, with a cold and mocking smile on his lips, "What? Finished with the new love, and now going back to the old flame?"
Jian Yanyan frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Su Junhao's smile grew colder, "You were just moaning under me, and now you took his call. Planning to go find him now?"
After saying that, he approached Jian Yanyan, his cold fingers stroked her chin, suddenly tightening, "Jian Yanyan, I never knew you had such a skill, playing so well among several men. So tell me, who do you really like?"
"Or do you like each one, unwilling to let any go?" His voice turned even colder.
