Just like a weasel whose wishes a chicken Happy New Year but never with good intentions, Yue Mingxuan thought darkly and mentally labeling Rong Tieshan a "scheming weasel."
His words snapped Rong Tieshan back to his senses.
Thinking over his own behavior today, Rong Tieshan realized he had indeed been acting out of character.
This wasn't like him at all.
And yet… he couldn't deny the truth, his heart was being drawn to Yue Mingxuan, little by little.
It was a dangerous feeling.
For a man with great ambitions, emotions were a weakness. He knew that clearly. But who in the world could truly control their heart?
"I… still have something to attend to," he finally said stiffly, his reason barely pulling him back.
Even the excuse he found sounded awkward and forced as he turned away and left.
Was Rong Tieshan under some kind of spell today?
Yue Mingxuan tilted his head and studied the man standing before him.
