The more he thought about this unfamiliar man showing up in their house while he was gone, the more his jaw tightened.
His fists itched like he wanted to punch something.
He didn't even know where his hostility toward this man came from but he couldn't help it.
He just didn't like the look of him.
The guy might be dressed neatly, sure, but that smug face of his… yeah, not impressive at all.
Rong Zishan gave a cold snort.
Then his gaze fell on the small coffee table.
There, sitting neatly on top, was a vase holding the flowers Rong Xingyu had just arranged earlier.
Rong Zishan's pupils shrank.
He wasn't usually observant, but this time he remembered clearly, those flowers hadn't been there when he left the house that morning.
So they had to be from that man.
Great! Not only did this guy show up uninvited but he even dare to brought flowers?
