After ending the call, Si Yiyan rubbed his throbbing forehead and leaned against the couch.
Seemingly aware that Si Yiyan was not in a good mood, Cleopatra climbed onto him and rubbed its face against his lap before wincing and crouching near his legs.
Si Yiyan pursed his lips calmly. He had no choice but to admit that Xu Zhenyu had indeed made him anxious.
Wen Xinya may be honest about her friendship with Xu Zhenyu, but Si Yiyan was well aware of how Xu Zhenyu felt towards her. He was also aware that the base camp was Xu Zhenyu's territory and that he could not intervene. The feeling of another man eying and harboring designs on his woman felt extremely terrible, especially since he was not by her side.
It was not that he did not trust Wen Xinya or lacked faith in himself.
He hated the feeling of losing control.