"Hold on!"
With a large hand, he directly held onto the car door. Mr. Bei Cenxiao's face was full of rage, glaring at him, as if wishing to swallow him alive right there and then: "Don't go anywhere unless you make things clear."
"Now, this is strange. What is it that we haven't made clear between us?"
Hearing this, the man's cold eyes lifted slightly, and he spoke directly: "Do you like Mr. Lu Zhanbei that much?"
"Of course, can we really be good friends for thirty years without liking him?"
"Good friends?"
Alright then!
It was his mistake to mention the word friends in front of a shameless person!
So, Rong Jinchen quickly corrected himself: "What I mean is, we are childhood friends, good brothers, good pals..."
"So, in your heart, is he more important than me?"
What childhood friends, what good brothers, what good pals—all were nonsense to Mr. Bei Cenxiao. The only thing she cared about was this one issue.
