After a long silence, the door slammed shut.
Bo Jinghang pursed his lips and watched as the low-profile and luxurious black car drove off. Calm and composed, it bypassed him calmly and left slowly.
Such a calm and composed look was even more hurtful than stepping on the accelerator angrily.
How could he not feel anything when he had beaten someone up? That was too cold.
Looking at Yuan Sichun's sorry state, Bo Jinghang's roguish look faded.
"When I saw you when I was young, I wasn't as stupid as I am now. After doing so many shameful things, where did you get the courage to appear in front of my brother? You covered your ears and smiled at what happened. Do you also think that others are deaf?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the car behind her and sneered. "You're using the ruse of self-injury."
Yuan Sichun's eyes flashed and her face turned ashen.
It was a ruse to gain sympathy.