Su Nan watched his friend grow increasingly despondent, feeling that love was indeed a harmful thing.
The scene of Bao Shaojin and Lin Yue self-harming was still vivid in his mind, and now they both looked half-dead again. Su Nan felt a deep melancholy.
"With a face like yours, if you liked someone else, you'd probably have kids by now," Su Nan said nonchalantly.
Lin Yue didn't react at all to his teasing. "Save that line for the boss," he replied.
Su Nan, "..." He wasn't suicidal, so how could he possibly say such reckless things to Bao Shaojin.
Just as Lin Yue finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside.
A tall, imposing figure walked in gracefully, his face seemed covered by a layer of frost, eyes solemn. As he moved closer, both Lin Yue and Su Ran in the room felt a chill down their spines.
Lin Yue, "..."
Su Ran, "..."
Aside from the soft music lingering in the air, the room fell completely silent.
