As expected, Yin Xun said indifferently, "I didn't expect you to believe this type of thing. Don't worry, we'll still be good friends even if we separate."
Fang Yao, "…"
He looked at Yin Xun faintly and felt a little heart attack. For a moment, he did not know what to say.
If Yin Xun said something like that, what else could he do but listen? Yin Xun's brain had always worked like this.
The butler scoffed when he saw their interaction; Fang Yao deserved it for not confessing earlier. With Yin Xun's personality, she would never realize that Fang Yao liked her.
By then, Yin Xun would only treat Fang Yao like a brother, or someone else would beat him to Yin Xun. If that happened, Fang Yao would have nowhere to cry even if he wanted to.
The butler's expression was too impudent. Fang Yao glared at him, and only then did the butler restrain his emotions.
