1120. The Clay Man's Temper
"What are you fighting for? We're civilized people, not savages from some primitive society."
The woman spotted the nearby casino security guards coming over and hurriedly grabbed the burly man beside her, who looked like a wild boar.
Old Hei's dark, grimy face was creepy enough to look at. He stank, too. Getting that foul smell on herself wasn't worth it.
"Hmph! If my wife weren't such a kind soul, I'd beat you up today! Pah, you filthy black guy!"
Not wanting to lose face, the boar-like man immediately backed down.
After all, they were on a cruise ship—and in a casino. He hadn't even had a chance to play yet. Getting thrown out by security would be humiliating.
Ximen Dong nudged Sun Nanzheng with his elbow and asked curiously, "Hey, Old Sun, what exactly is going on between you and this 'Jingjing'?"
Could a reporter's business be called gossip?
No!
It should be called an interview!
Sun Fatty's mouth twitched. He took a deep breath and said, "She was my first love in college!"
Then he lowered his head dejectedly.
His junior back then had been so innocent and guileless!
Pure love couldn't stand up to money and social climbing. A university campus was a miniature society, a great dye vat. He'd watched helplessly as his first love became more and more calculating and worldly within the ivory tower. In the end, she'd brazenly clung to a rich second-generation heir and dumped him right to his face. It had felt no different from a public slap.
It really hurt!
Not just his face, but his heart, too!
So many years had passed, yet he still couldn't get over it. He was still single, and that humiliating breakup back then had more or less something