He Yong had not expected Zhou Yun's reaction to be so intense.
He thought he could handle this matter, thinking no matter what, it was a done deal, and at most Zhou Yun would have an outburst—what was the big deal?
But after speaking, Zhou Yun stood up to leave.
He Yong panicked and blurted out, "Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun, don't be rash, it's not worth it over such a thing!"
"Not worth it?" Zhou Yun scoffed, "He Yong, I thought that even if we hadn't completely put our past differences behind us, we should at least share a bond of cooperation. But you never took me seriously at all, my attitude means nothing, my feelings mean nothing, for you the most important is Xu Siyao, go push your Xu Siyao, whether you have Li Ci hype her up or use some drama to boost her fame is your business, don't fucking drag me into it, I don't owe you."
After that, Zhou Yun ignored He Yong's apologies and persuasion and left with Zhou Lan without looking back.
Her face was as cold as ice.
