There were rumors that Yue Mingxuan had fallen for Rong Tieshan at first sight and that he had pursued him endlessly, refusing to give up.
Perhaps those stories weren't baseless after all.
Shang Qinghua suddenly felt an urge to confirm it for himself.
"I've heard you've been chasing after Rong Tieshan for long time," Shang Qinghua said casually, his tone calm and detached, as though he were talking about the weather. "Do you like him?"
Yue Mingxuan froze for a moment, feeling an unexpected rush of panic in his chest. He didn't even understand why he felt uneasy at such a question.
"My heart," he said slowly after a long silence, "has always belonged to me. I never gave it to anyone."
Shang Qinghua felt an odd wave of satisfaction at that answer.
He tried to keep his face expressionless, but the slight curl of his lips betrayed the good mood that crept into him because of what Yue Mingxuan said.
