Gold Medal Sweetheart

Chapter 103 Hang Up on Him

Jin Taize emerged from the World Sky Building and climbed into his car. With a stern expression, he flicked on his phone again. The suddenly lit screen illuminated a corner of the car, its bright white light adding a touch of coolness to his demeanor. A well-dressed office lady passed by the car, unable to resist glancing sideways.

The phone was silent. The moment the screen turned from dark to black, he quickly opened the screen again.

"Where are you? There's a charity dinner scheduled for tomorrow, and you're going to try on your dress tonight." Jin Taize's face didn't look very good, and his voice was so cold that it made people shudder.

Because of the recent incident with Jin Taize, Tang Xin's street vendor business had been suspended for a long time, and her side income had been severely affected. So, since she had nothing to do today and her parents didn't return until tomorrow, she was ready to fight again.

However, that night market is a small market that formed spontaneously, so there is no relevant department to collect rent, and the management is not so standardized.

Having not been there for a while, Tang Xin called Lin Lin in advance to confirm that her spot hadn't been taken. Fortunately, Lin Lin said there was still a vacant spot next to hers, and excitedly told her she was waiting.

The backlog of work from the morning made the afternoon so busy that she felt dizzy. After work, she wanted to rush to the night market, so busy that she forgot to check her phone. She got home, comforted the dog, and had a quick bite to eat. Then, carrying the bags, one hanging on each side of the front of her bicycle, she headed to the night market.

There was no reply on WeChat, and Jin Taize didn't want to wait any longer, so he called directly.

The handlebars were too heavy, the center of gravity was unstable, and the bike swayed from side to side, leaving a long streak on the road. Tang Xin's phone rang repeatedly. She didn't know who it was, but getting in and out was too much trouble, so she didn't want to answer.

But after a period of ringing, there was silence for a few seconds, and then the sound became stubborn and persistent, disturbing and annoying.

A shrill car horn blared from behind.

Tang Xin's heart tightened, and her hands became even less accurate. The car shook violently, and she screamed, and the car and she fell to the ground together.

The car whizzed past her, and a young man with dyed green hair leaned out from the passenger seat and whistled at her in a presumptuous and provocative manner.

The moment the car hit the ground, Tang Xin subconsciously thought of not touching the ground, so his two hands just rubbed the asphalt surface.

Ignoring the young man's provocation, Tang Xin stood up with a hissing sound. There was a long cut on the palm of his left hand, and blood was gushing out.

The music on her phone was still playing, so she took it out of her pocket in annoyance.

I looked at the display, adjusted my mood, and answered the call.

"Didn't you check your phone this afternoon? You can't see any WeChat or calls? Do I need to contact the police to investigate missing persons?" When the phone was picked up, the man's tone was aggressive and harsh, making the person feel embarrassed.

The anger from the provocation from the thugs was still boiling in his chest, and his hands were still aching. He couldn't contain his emotions anymore. "Did I sell it to you? Am I obligated to wait by the phone 24 hours a day for your instructions?"

She didn't want to vent her anger on others, but Jin Taize's indiscriminate scolding made her lose control. The psychological distress and physical pain intertwined, and all the grievances she had felt the moment she heard his voice were like a flood meeting a sluice gate, rushing towards him violently.

The sound in the receiver made his eardrums hurt, and Jin Taize felt his blood rush to his head. "You don't have to wait for my instructions online 24 hours a day, but I think a person's sense of responsibility can reflect his sense of shame." The cold voice made the words seem like they were covered with a layer of ice, which stung people's hearts.

Tang Xin was so angry that her hands were shaking. "Yes, I have no sense of responsibility and no sense of shame. I'm sorry, I can't serve Young Master Jin."

He hung up the phone immediately.

Tang Xin had never been spoken to so harshly before, and she felt deeply wronged. The tears in her eyes reflected the shaky lights on the roadside. She didn't know the reason for Jin Taize's sudden anger, and she was stunned by the moment she answered the phone.

There was a sudden silence on the phone. Jin Taize suddenly pulled the phone away and stared at the screen in disbelief. Hang up on him?

The coldness on his face just now gradually faded away. He leaned his elbow on the car window and wiped his lower lip with his index finger, savoring what he had just said. It was a bit too much, but he didn't want to admit it, so he made an irritable sound.

Feeling a little depressed, he sat up lazily, and his jawline was tense after starting the car.

As the car started, a white car cut in front of his, blocking the way. Wei Qing looked over from inside the window, "Hey, looks like I've arrived just in time."

Only then did the lines on Kim Tae-jae's face relax.