Wen Zhiyuan's smile was light and breezy, but Shen Chi's heart grew more irritated.
"Why does he have to twist the knife in my heart when my head hurts so much?"
"You won't be going back tonight; stay here with me," Shen Chi said authoritatively.
"Fourth Young Master, if I really wanted to leave, you probably wouldn't be able to catch me," Wen Zhiyuan said with a light smile. "The person who should be accompanying you isn't me."
Wen Zhiyuan's smile was meaningful, and his handsome face held a curve that was distant but not cold.
"Did you call her?" Shen Chi's expression turned somewhat gloomy.
"Yes."
"What did she say?"
"She's not coming."
Shen Chi glared at Wen Zhiyuan sharply. He was certainly honest.
"If she's not coming, then let it be," Shen Chi said nonchalantly. "From now on, you should stop meddling in other people's affairs and mind your own business! Did I ask you to call her?!"
