Hugh Ronan's inquiry was blunt, his handsome and gloomy face showing obvious displeasure.
The man stood tall and imposing by the table, his tense expression conveying a bit of oppression due to his anger.
Wendy Wayne sighed softly, as if she was used to such scenes, "Ms. Yang is your ex, and she approached me because of you. If I don't come today, she'll continue tomorrow. There's no hiding from it."
With just a few words, the problem's focus pointed directly at Hugh Ronan.
Hugh gave Wendy a sideways glance without a word, paused briefly, and said in a stiff tone, "Let's go, I'll take you home."
"And Ms. Yang..."
Hugh glanced disdainfully at the woman sobbing on the table, a hint of disgust flashing through his eyes, "Are you a saint? She brought this on herself, and she expects me to help her? Whoever's fiancée she is should take responsibility."
Wendy frowned silently, did this man's manners all go to the dogs?
