Xie Zhang's expression changed slightly, but even as board members began to enter the room, he kept his gaze fixed on Bian Yue, unmoved, "You say I'm cold-blooded?"
His face was truly unsightly. Shen Zhaoli, with arms crossed, looked at Bian Yue amusedly and spoke, "Bian Yue, what you said really hit a nerve, huh!"
Bian Yue lowered her eyes without looking at Xie Zhang's expression, her voice calm enough, "If you think that I'm saying you're cold-blooded, then that's what I meant."
Xie Zhang, infuriated to the point of laughter, stared at Bian Yue with clenched teeth, his voice cold, "You really are frank, Bian Yue. We've known each other for so many years, and in your eyes, I don't measure up to Yao Yimin whom you've only known for a few days?"
Bian Yue didn't want to respond to Xie Zhang, as things had come to this point, and it was clear they could no longer be friends.
But obviously, Xie Zhang didn't want to leave.
