The elevator dinged shut.
Li Beijue squinted his eyes, watching the elevator doors close. The fire in his chest made him kick over the trash can in front of him.
'Bang—'
The poor trash can hit the wall, and the contract inside, crumpled up like pickles by him, rolled out right at his feet.
His eyes were full of rage, and jealousy was about to make him lose control.
Chi Enen was going to have dinner with Xi Zelie?
Ha, confess one moment, date the next?
His heart felt like it was being torn apart, his temples were pounding sharply, and the veins on his forehead were taut.
Li Beijue stood there clenching his fist, his thin lips tightly pressed together, the rusty bloody smell spreading between his lips and teeth...
"Damn it!"
He punched the wall.
The sharp pain from the back of his hand suppressed the suffocating pain in his heart, making him feel slightly better. His peripheral vision caught sight of the contract he had crumpled like pickles.
