It's refreshing. Zhong Yuquan raised a creepy radian at the corner of his mouth. The cup is getting closer and closer to his mouth.

But before the tea came in, the mobile phone rang and the familiar bell let Zhong Yuquan put down the tea happily.

Yezimo surrendered so quickly. Didn't you just swear that you didn't care about Xia Yihan? But this is what Zhong Yuquan wants. As long as the boy Yizimo succumbs, he can sit in that position and achieve his dream. What he fears is that Yezimo doesn't care about Xia Yihan.

Zhong Yuquan said slowly after he got through the phone: "So soon? It's earlier...