Bai Yiming's temples and the base of his brain throbbed violently, clearly infuriated by An Yiqing's stubbornness.
He clenched his teeth tightly, feeling the sourness in his heart grow more intense, his face full of a resentful expression. Even the office workers outside could faintly sense a tang of vinegar in the air.
"You ungrateful thing, you'll regret this one day!" Bai Yiming ground his teeth bitterly, speaking with a sense of frustrated resignation.
An Yiqing flashed a smile, "Don't trouble yourself on my account."
Seeing that his attempt at sowing discord had failed, Bai Yiming felt aggravated. Alright, he had long known that the deep affections between An Yiqing and Gu Yelin were not something he could tear apart, but watching the woman he fancied constantly defend another man always pained his heart.