Fu Shengyuan left angrily.
He's probably angry because I didn't say a word for him, Jian Xi guessed.
Si Yuhuan felt triumphant.
"I knew you weren't that blind to fall for a trashy guy like him."
Jian Xi glanced at him. "Don't be too proud. If it weren't for the fact that you got injured for me, you wouldn't have the right to appear before me."
BANG!
The door slammed shut, almost hitting Si Yuhuan's face.
He stepped back, his brows furrowed. Jian Xi's words had been quite hurtful, draining all color from his handsome face.
Jian Sirun, wearing a white lab coat, appeared at the end of the corridor. He had seen everything that had just happened very clearly. Even without his usual prestige, Si Yuhuan can manage just fine with that sharp tongue of his, he thought. My worries were indeed superfluous.
