Huishe Yue's gaze shifted from Ji Yao who was sipping on his steaming cup of tea as an excuse to stop talking and Rui Fei who for the first time in his life wore a stop talking expression. But of course, this uncle wouldn't comply.
He had already booked massage therapy sessions with his lackey for the beating he was going to get in training which meant he feared nothing. He had already cracked the porcelain jar then why not smash it into pieces?
"What?" he pretended to play dumb as he fixed his gaze on Ji Yao refusing to look at his nephew, "if you need my help I need to know exactly what you saw otherwise I won't be able to provide an accurate insight."
Ji Yao, "*cough *cough *cough." That coughing could only be a result of almost choking on his tea.
Rui Fei, "!!!"
