"It was unknown when. During college? Or maybe after graduation? The girl with whom I vowed to spend my life was not the same one as I remembered…" Dong Xumao's eyes became moist as he spoke. "Right after landing the job I wanted. Just when I was about to call her and share my joy, I found her entering the hotel right opposite, hugging a middle-aged man in a suit."
Yang Zhen's drinking movements paused, and he looked at him with a gaze full of pity. "It wasn't a misunderstanding?" He asked. However, he had already guessed the answer in his heart.
Sure enough!
Dong Xumao just shook his head in response. While looking at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he let out a miserable chuckle. "Do you know what the funny thing about this is?"
Yang Zhen just stared at him silently. Hua Cheng had already started puffing out smoke.
"That man is already married, and she is just his mistress." Dong Xumao seemed a little emotionally irritable, but calmed down after another cup of drink.
