"And you are forever the loser."
As the words left his mouth, Pei Heyan hung up the phone and set it down on the desktop.
Gu Muchen was furious, calling several times in a row, which left Wen Tang feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Pei Heyan noticed it and a nameless jealousy welled up inside him.
"Just a few words, and it seems that you are more upset than he is."
Wen Tang snapped back to reality, "Do I?"
She just felt a little heartache for Gu Muchen's devoted love and was troubled by guilt.
If she had the chance to do it all over, she would rather refuse the task Pei Heyan had given her and assign someone else to deal with Gu Muchen.
Sadly, she could never go back to the past.
"Which part of him do you like?" Pei Heyan's dark pupils fixed on her: "Gentle and considerate, understanding, attentive, is that it?"
He waited for another answer, his large hand's veins bulging, on the verge of exploding.
