When Yuan Xuan heard Shao Yibai's statement, he could not help but be stunned.
Shao Yibai had lived an unfettered life since young. With the love his parents had lavished on him, coupled with his perfect family environment and his family background, this had led him to develop a fearless character.
The traces of the young man of aristocratic families who had been spoiled—conceited and arrogant, were etched in his bones. Even so, he could not get rid of the seal and restraint that came with his birth status.
If he had liked men, he would definitely be rejected by the people in his circle.
This was probably the reason why Shao Yibai was distressed.
"Do you really like men?" Yuan Xuan asked according to his understanding.
Yuan Xuan sat by the window. In the old building, the lights were dim, and the atmosphere was tranquil. The man was fiddling with a crystal photo frame on the table, and the woman in the photo was Mu Chenyan.
