Yu Yao paused for a moment, unable to grasp the meaning of the words immediately. "Wh-What?" he stammered.
"It's not Ji Qingwei," the middle-aged man sighed. "Young Master Yu, you have mistaken the person."
It felt as if a great hammer had struck him on the head, leaving his mind blank. His face turned ashen, and he shouted in anger, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
It was precisely because of that kidnapping incident that Ji Qingwei had dragged him out, allowing him to escape.
This had been his last remaining pillar of self-comfort.
Now someone was telling him it wasn't true?!
"I'm not talking nonsense. The one who truly saved you was Miss Qingyao from the Ji family." The middle-aged man's expression was calm. "Young Master Yu, have you never considered that Ji Qingwei is a few years younger than you? How could a five-year-old child possibly save you?"
Yu Yao pressed his lips together, his complexion growing even paler.
