Damn it!
Why is he so angry?
Why does he feel like dragging that man up and giving him a beating?
Why does his chest feel like it's been punched, suffocating as if he can't breathe!
Li Beijue clenched his fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
He never expected to meet that woman here again, and even more so never expected—that woman actually has a boyfriend!
"Master Jue?" The person accompanying him couldn't help but come out when he saw Li Beijue go out and not come back, only to find he hadn't gone to the restroom, but kept staring at the main entrance.
He followed Li Beijue's gaze to the main entrance, but saw nothing besides some waiters.
Instantly furrowing his eyebrows, he cluelessly said, "Master Jue, aren't you going in?"
Li Beijue's deep falcon-like eyes were as dark as night, sinister to the extreme, as if he was repressing something. He didn't even glance at the person next to him and growled irritably, "Scram!"
