Gu Zhixi let out a deep sigh, reminding herself to stay calm.
"Since that's the case, why does Mr. He always appear in front of me?" she asked with a provocative lift to her face, "Can't you see that I don't want to see you?"
The man suddenly chuckled and shook his head gently, "I think Miss Gu really wants to see me."
"I don't!" she retorted, her nose suddenly stinging.
The man looked down at her for a moment then suddenly walked to the side cabinet, took out a bottle of liquor, poured two glasses, and carried them over to her, offering her one.
Gu Zhixi hesitated but didn't reach out to take it, "Mr. He… what do you mean by this?"
"Miss Gu has reminded me many times that you are not my wife," his voice grew huskier, "but seeing you, I still can't help but be reminded of her."
Zhixi bit her lip, desperately holding back tears, and continued, "So what?"
