Chapter 1258 - 1257: If You Say We’re Close, Then We’re Close!

Chapter 1258: Chapter 1257: If You Say We’re Close, Then We’re Close!

It’s not that her body feels sick, it’s that her heart feels sick...

What the hell is wrong with this guy, why does he have to make such a fuss...

Gu Tong just felt unbearably stifled, like her heart was being roasted over a fire.

"Mr. Han Shang, why are you..."

Han Shang raised a brow and cut her off. "Han Shang."

"..." What’s that supposed to mean, is he telling her to drop the ’Mr.’ and just call him Han Shang...

Gu Tong pressed her lips together and insisted, "Mr. Han Shang, I don’t think we’re..."

"Call me Han Shang!" Han Shang interrupted again, completely giving off the vibe that if she didn’t change how she addressed him, he simply wouldn’t listen.

This guy is still just as capricious...

Based on what Gu Tong knows about him, if she doesn’t change the way she calls him, Han Shang definitely won’t listen to another word she says.

Gu Tong was out of options and said, "Han Shang, we’re not that close! You don’t need to care about me like this, I’m not used to it."

Han Shang lazily let out a yawn, ignoring what she’d said. "The problem with your brain is pretty serious. When there’s a good opportunity later, I’ll take you to see a Doctor."

"..." Wh—what does he mean by that...

Is this guy implying that her brain is sick???

A strange emotion flashed through Han Shang’s violet eyes. "Xue Tong, remember this: until I’ve taken you to see a Doctor, you are not to take any action, and don’t force yourself to do things. All of that will have an impact on you!"

"..." So this guy has totally decided that she’s sick...

And he’s even hammering it in, all ’I’m definitely taking you to see a Doctor!’

Gu Tong was about to cough up blood. "I’m very healthy, there’s nothing wrong with me!"

Han Shang hooked his lips in a faint smile. "Patients always say they’re not sick. Just like people who are drunk from a hangover always insist they’re not drunk."

"..." This guy must be the one who’s sick!

Gu Tong glared at him.

Han Shang could easily read her expression and said evenly, "Xue Tong, the sentence ’I’m very healthy’ has zero credibility. Don’t forget, you fainted once within the last hour, and my private Doctor already examined you."

"..." Fine... so that’s the reason he’s clinging to.

Gu Tong pressed her lips together and stopped arguing with him.

Maybe because she knew him, Gu Tong understood perfectly that once Han Shang decided something, no one could change it.

"Did we know each other before..." Gu Tong’s voice was very low, to the point she could barely hear herself. She inexplicably blurted out this question as if something had possessed her.

"Depends on you." Han Shang casually spat out two words, then caught sight of the doubt on Gu Tong’s face and explained, "If you say we don’t know each other, then we don’t. If you say we’re close, then we’re close."

Does he have to be that casual about it...

Gu Tong’s mouth twitched twice; she was this close to being driven insane by this guy!

It was bad enough his words were all over the place, but now he was leaving even the question of whether they knew each other up to her...

If Gu Tong actually knew the answer or could choose the ending, why would she bother asking this damned guy.

And yet...

As bizarre as Han Shang was, he still wasn’t all that different from how Gu Tong remembered him.

In her memory, Han Shang had always been like this. Back then, whatever Xue Tong asked for, no matter how unreasonable or willful, he would grant it—and he’d do a damn good job of it.

Of course, that version of Han Shang wasn’t without a bottom line. His ultimate limit was that Xue Tong was not allowed to leave the Sicuro Mafia, and she was not allowed to betray him.