Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!
Situ Xuan was in a state of madness! Never before had a person or a matter made him so angry!
He didn't know if the call was intentional by Yu Zexiao or accidentally dialed.
In any case, there was one thing he was certain of—
Because of this call, he was raging mad, as if someone had stabbed his heart with a knife!
Every time he closed his eyes, the soft, slightly shy tone of Jian Anning would echo in his mind! But at the same time, Yu Zexiao's raspy, somewhat frivolous tone would accompany her voice!
These two voices, like demonic whispers, were always swirling around his ears!
"Si... Situ Sir..." Next to him, Ya Jiayi also approached, trying to persuade him. She had been by Situ Xuan's side for years, and even when forced by the Situ Family or hunted by Mafia killers, he was still composed. Even facing life's end, he could drink a glass of '82 Lafite with ease!
