“Mr. Sun, I hope you respect me.”
“Was that Qiao Yu calling?” Sun Nan asked instead of answering, having quickly spotted Qiao Yu’s name when she took out her phone, “Jian Ning, aren’t you already divorced?”
Jian Ning’s gaze was unfriendly: “This is my private matter, none of your business. Sun Nan, I’ll let it go this time, but if you dare to touch me again, don’t blame me for being impolite.”
Sun Nan laughed: “How will you be impolite to me?”
Jian Ning turned and walked away, not wanting to argue with him, finding it meaningless and a waste of time.
Qiao Yu’s exclusive ringtone rang again. Jian Ning answered the phone while walking, and just as he was about to speak, his phone was snatched away.
Sun Nan, like an idiot, grabbed the phone and instantly ran ten meters away, raising his chin provocatively at Jian Ning while deliberately speaking ambiguously into the phone: “Xiao Ning is taking a shower, he won’t have time to answer your call before tomorrow morning, so stop calling, bye.”
He quickly turned off the phone and stuffed it into his coat pocket, tightly covering it, and gave Jian Ning a rascally smile: “I helped you get rid of your clingy ex-husband. Don’t I deserve a reward?”
Jian Ning’s face darkened, and he walked over silently, grabbing Sun Nan’s clothes with an extremely rough movement, forcefully snatching the phone back and then slamming the door as he left.
A loud “bang” startled Sun Nan, who shivered and looked down at his messy clothes: “……”
After two years apart, Jian Ning’s temper had truly grown much worse.
He was even a bit afraid of her when she got angry.
In the past, Jian Ning would also get angry and tell him to get lost, but honestly, her expression back then was just an act, all bark and no bite. Although Sun Nan was angry that she didn’t give him face, he didn’t feel the same fear as he did now.
Though he didn’t want to admit he was like a masochist, but……
