Wei Li's features twisted, a layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and he drew in sharp breaths, about to cry out when suddenly, his hand released.
The pain disappeared along with it.
Looking up again, Liang Jiajia's boyfriend was smirking at him.
This smile was unbearable for Wei Li, who had a strong sense of pride, and he was about to lash out in anger when Liang Jiajia said, "Let's go."
Only then did he come to his senses, holding back the urge to curse.
He didn't want to lose face in front of Liang Jiajia, nor did he want to lose his composure.
"Mr. Wei, you should head back to celebrate the New Year early."
These words were so piercing that Wei Li's brow twitched as he watched them walk into the community.
Once they had walked far enough away to be out of sight, he cursed under his breath, "Fuck you!"
He rubbed his right hand and walked toward a car parked by the roadside.
