The moment the portal closed behind Xuan Han and disappeared, Wei Jin set his fan down, but before he could breathe properly, Xuan Wei was already moving. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping in front of Wei Jin's desk.
"Did you give him that stupid idea? To completely risk his status like this?" his voice came out sharper and a little too harsh even for Wei Jin.
Wei Jin met his gaze and slowly shook his head. "No, Xuan Han wants to do this."
"Really?" Xuan Wei licked his tongue, anger and confusion bleeding too tightly in his expression. "I know my brother," he muttered. "He wouldn't do anything like this without a reason. And obviously not for love. Xuan Han loved Feng Lan so much that he wouldn't think about another."
He leaned over the desk, losing the space between them with a dangerous ease.
