Jing Yang stared at the cup on the coffee table without saying a word.
Chen Yongke was aware of his own aggressive attitude, but he knew what to do. Jing Yang was his artist, so he had a clear understanding of the young man's temper and personality. They had known each other for many years, and Jing Yang had brought in a lot of money for him. He wasn't going to make things difficult for him over such a small amount of money. He just couldn't stand what was going on.
The two yougsters were not enemies! Especially after returning from Hong Kong, the young man would often go into a daze holding a ring in his hand. Superficially, he looked calm, but Chen Yongke knew him well. He must have been hurt rather badly.
