Li Zhe was so angry that he slammed his fist on the steering wheel. His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest as he gritted his teeth and said to Meng Yu, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Meng Yu's innocent eyes met Li Zhe's, and he asked in confusion, "What do you mean on purpose?"
Li Zhe felt that if he continued to chat with Meng Yu, he couldn't help but directly do Meng Yu on the spot.
Li Zhe forcefully opened the car door. The cold wind outside calmed his anxious mood.
Li Zhe didn't know what to do. He wanted to make it clear to Meng Yu that he liked him. He liked him very much. He had been liking him since the first time he saw him.
But all these years, it wasn't that he hadn't hinted at Meng Yu, but he just didn't think in this direction. He even thought that his ambiguous behavior was just him teasing and joking with him with a bad interest, and then he directly avoided him.
