Tang Yuanxiao, holding Little Tang Mo's hand, froze in the stairwell. He looked up, his gaze dark.
Wu Sheng knew Tang Yuanxiao had heard him.
Wu Sheng raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
A vein on Tang Yuanxiao's forehead throbbed. For a moment, he stood rooted to the spot.
He was about to take Little Tang Mo home and had come to say goodbye to Su Li. But before he even reached the door, he overheard Wu Sheng talking about a confession gift and his intention to formally pursue her.
Tang Yuanxiao knew this day would come sooner or later. The news of their divorce couldn't be hidden for long. Still, he hadn't expected it to happen so soon!
Tang Yuanxiao and Wu Sheng stood face-to-face on the narrow stairwell landing, neither giving way.
The air crackled with tension for a moment.
Wu Sheng spoke first. "Excuse me."
Tang Yuanxiao didn't move.
Wu Sheng sized Tang Yuanxiao up. "Well, now. So much hostility."
'As if he isn't radiating his own menacing hostility!'
