Xia Anlan did not look at Yue tingfeng's expression at the moment. He turned around and left.
The door closed with a click. Yue tingfeng had not yet recovered from the shock.
Xia Anlan's words to him today were sharp and to the point. It was as if he had been slapped in the face a few times, and he was stunned. Especially his last words, it was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him in the summer. He did not know how to describe the shock it brought.
When Xia Anlan faced him, he had always been very good-tempered and did not put on any airs as an elder. He tried very hard to get closer to him and deepen their communication. No matter how bad his temper was or how bad his words were, Xia Anlan was never angry. He always had a smile on his face.
Today was the most serious day Xia Anlan had ever treated him. It was also the first time. The words that Xia Anlan said were also exceptionally sharp. Every word pierced his heart.
