Lu Mingxuan looked at his calm appearance, and the more he looked, the angrier he got. He sneered, "You're quite good at pretending to be like that."
"But let me warn you, Wang Jingyuan. No matter what kind of person you are underneath, whether you want to go to internet cafes or bars or to hookup with girls—"
Lu Mingxuan viciously said, "But if you dare to have any ideas about Lu Qingyan, I won't let you off."
"You and her are not the same kind of people. If she knew what kind of person you were, do you think she would still help you?"
When Wang Jingyuan heard the words, he turned his head sideways and glanced at him, slightly curling his lips.
He raised his foot and slowly walked over. He stepped on the can, and after he smashed it flat, he kicked it towards Lu Mingxuan with the tip of his foot.
"Pick up your things."
The bottom of his eyes resembled the gray sky outside, as if a storm was brewing underneath the calm surface.
