115: Zhan Jingmo's Hatred

"Zhan Jingwen, what do you mean by that? I'm the second young master of the Zhan Family, and yet I can't even compare to your friends? Do you think in your heart, I'm not even as good as a watchdog outside?"

Zhan Jingmo looked full of resentment, like a little wife abandoned by a heartless man, glaring fiercely at Zhan Jingwen, and even shot a resentful glance at Zhan Jingshu.

"Second young master, listen to what you're saying, how could that be? The eldest young master actually still cares about you, every time you don't come home, he asks about you several times..." The old butler Uncle Zhan hurriedly said, afraid the two would start arguing.

But unfortunately, Zhan Jingmo didn't appreciate it at all: "Uncle Zhan, don't say any more. Do I not know what kind of person Zhan Jingwen is? If he genuinely cared about me, it would only happen when the sun rises in the west."

Zhan Jingwen's frown deepened: "Zhan Jingmo, look at yourself, what kind of behavior is this?"