In the study, two men sat in silence.
Zhou Yinghuai was smoking, the glowing ember between them giving an indescribable elegance to the male bond.
Zheng Heng furrowed his brow, sitting silently across from Zhou Yinghuai.
Zhou Yinghuai remained equally quiet, his face obscured by the thin wisp of smoke, mysterious and inscrutable.
In the end, Zheng Heng was the one who lost his composure.
"My intentions in following Jiang Tan were benign, I meant her no harm. I know how much you value Jiang Tan, I would never do anything inappropriate. I just wanted to threaten Song Zhaozhao a little." Zheng Heng was agitated, his tone harsh, "She seems to be absolutely dead set against me this time and looks like she won't back down."
"So what do you plan to do?" Zhou Yinghuai looked at Zheng Heng, unimpressed.
