From that time on, his mood had not been very good.
As it turned out, he had spent all that time being jealous of himself?
Nie Xiaoxun frowned, furious, "Gu Yichen, if you laugh at me again, I'm really going to get angry! Is my love story that funny to you? Damn it, Gu Yichen!"
In the end, Gu Yichen managed to calm his emotions and returned to his usual noble and cold composure, "It seems you really like that guy—the restroom god?"
Nie Xiaoxun nodded without hesitation, "Of course. I was drugged at the time, my consciousness was blurry, and I didn't see his face clearly. Later, when I asked Hilton for the surveillance footage, I couldn't find it—"
Gu Yichen sneered internally:
Of course, she couldn't find it.
He, the president of Gu Group, had been kissed forcefully by a woman who took advantage of him, and in the end, was mistakenly taken for a pervert and inexplicably hit with an ashtray.
How could he let others see him in such a disheveled state?
