In the bathroom, Sun Zhe stood stark naked under the shower, letting the cold water pour over his body.
The water was cold, but not as cold as his heart. To think that Zhu Yan wouldn't even cook dinner and was going out with that man to a banquet... They might even end up in bed together afterward... It felt as if needles were pricking his heart—an awful sensation.
Although he had decided to let it go after Ye Qiao's guidance, how could truly letting go be that easy?
In the midst of his thoughts, his phone suddenly began to ring from outside the bathroom.
Sun Zhe turned off the shower, walked out, and picked up the phone from the bed, seeing it was a call from Wang Feng.
"What is it?"
"Heh heh... President Sun, you're off work, right?"
"Is something up?"
"Come out for a foot massage!"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe almost threw his phone. I'm already emotionally drained, and this guy is asking me to get a foot massage!
