Zhou Chengze opened his mouth, trying to offer some advice, but he knew Sheng Jianan's temper well. He was the favored one, someone who had left without a word, torturing him for three years. Now that he was back, it was only reasonable for Sheng Jianan to lose his temper.
But losing his temper might not work with a person as indifferent as Tang Yanqi.
Yet, over these past three years, they had seen Sheng Jianan change. He had become more mature and reserved, as if he had grown up immensely overnight. Zhou Chengze, who always considered himself an experienced man, suddenly didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, Sheng Jianan's voice pierced the silence: "What do you say is wrong with me? Why doesn't she like me?"
"..."
Zhou Chengze had heard similar words many times. If someone else heard them, they'd think it's asking for a beating.
Sheng Jianan not good?
