He Juan's jaws ticked when he heard this blatant provocation.
His patience had been repeatedly tested to the limit for the past two weeks, and he had even left Mu Yuze alone during the time when he needed reassurance and company the most. Ku Jin, this bastard, always knew how to press his button and made him irritated, restless and jittery. At the moment, he felt like a wild beast had been caged inside his ribcage, howling and thrashing in frenzied anger, yearning for bloodshed to appease his fury.
However, none of these turbulent emotions showed on his face. Now that he had figured out the perpetrator behind the repeated accidents, all the more reason he could not show his anger. Ku Jin was an expert at playing psychological games, but too bad, He Juan had no intention of giving him the reaction he was aiming for.
