The moment the voice reverberated in the room, Wang Yu Min turned her head towards the direction of the door.
At the end of her line of sight, a tall and sturdy young man casually leaned on the door frame while listening to their conversation.
His extremely good looking face was cockily tilted up like a matador taunting a raging bull, all ready for a fight.
His little brown eyes burned like amber as he simply stood there watching Wan Yi Jun who sat next to the old lady.
Han Ze Min, the good for nothing cousin of Wan Yi Jun, who apparently grew up as his greatest rival.
The one who worked hard to earn the nick names such as 'Stalker' and 'Paparazzi' just because of his undying interest in his cousin's personal life.
"I'm damn sure we would have fought till one of us die." Han Ze Min scoffingly stated and crossed his hands over his chest without even shifting his fierce gaze from the person whom once he trusted the most.
