Watching Yan Wuxu walk away with exaggerated arrogance, Chang Chi passed by Pello's study. In the study, Pello sat in a daze at his desk, deaf and blind to everything outside. His hand had relaxed its strength after an instant effort; what had happened to him just now?
Even when Yan Wuxu intentionally provoked his desire, his self-control was still normal. The words below spoken by Yan Wuxu, bringing up Su Ziceng and Hang Yishao, immediately flashed the scene of that night in his mind: the beauty of Su Ziceng, her tender cries, and then it turned to Hang Yishao, the two of them embracing each other, coldly looking on at him from the side. His chest grew tighter and tighter, Pello violently pounded the desk, scattering the illusions in his mind, but the stifled feeling in his heart remained.
