"An elder showing concern for a junior? Has Steward Zhao forgotten how Dean Tu 'took care' of me back when I was in the Shen Courtyard? I remember that 'care' vividly to this day."
Fang Han raised his eyes, his gaze like two bolts of cold lightning shooting straight at Zhao Kun.
"A misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding! The Dean's actions were meant as a test, with absolutely no malice…"
Zhao Kun's heart went cold under that piercing gaze, and he forced a smile.
"Absolutely no malice?"
The corner of Fang Han's mouth curved into an icy arc as he cut Zhao Kun off.
"Suppressing and ostracizing me, cutting off my resources—if that isn't malicious, then what is?"
"Actions meant to ruin me and destroy my future—can they really be wiped clean with a mere 'misunderstanding' and a single gift?"
His tone wasn't impassioned, but every word was ice-cold, hammering into Zhao Kun's heart.
