Gu Minxing grabbed a bottle of water, took a swig, and tossed it into a bin. His gaze was distant. “Even the finest wine gets tossed when you’ve had enough of it.” “So, what you’re saying is, you’ve had enough?” Meng Jue countered. “Had I known you’d get sick of her this fast, I never would have refused Luo Huaizhou when I ran into him abroad.” At the mention of Luo Huaizhou, Gu Minxing’s dark eye