"Xiao Qiao, I'll get going first. Contact me when you're free."
The moment Cen Mohan arrived, Wang Zhiyao immediately felt ashamed of himself and decided he couldn't stay any longer.
Cen Mohan nodded politely. "Take care. I won't see you out."
"Oh, right. Hold your hat steady. The wind's strong—be careful it doesn't blow away."
"What?"
Wang Zhiyao, who was about to leave, reflexively touched his head.
What hat?
He wasn't wearing a hat at all today.
"Looks like the food you eat doesn't go to your brain. It all goes to your flesh instead."
After saying this without the slightest courtesy, Cen Mohan pulled Su Qiao toward the car.
The two of them soon left.
Wang Zhiyao stared at the gradually receding car, then suddenly had a flash of insight. He seemed to realize something, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
*
In the car, Su Qiao held a bottle of mineral water and sidelong glanced at the man. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Why do you care about other people's business? They each play their own game. Isn't that fair?"
Cen Mohan pursed his thin lips, looking somewhat unhappy.
"Whether it's fair or not has nothing to do with me. Who told him to say, 'Contact me when you're free'?"
Who wanted to stay in touch with a man like him?
Who wanted to get tangled up with that whole nest of oddballs from his family again?
"You can even get jealous over that?"
"Do I look like someone who'd pay him any more attention?"
No matter how they put it, he was jealous.
Ever since they got engaged, this man had been displaying more and more of his childish moods.
In the past, in situations like this, he would never show his displeasure to