As they were leaving, Yu Chiyin and Lu Xingye ran into each other once again.
Their gazes met in midair and the next moment, both sides moved their eyes away as if by agreement, vividly interpreting the phrase "familiarity breeds contempt."
Fan Ju recognized Lu Xingye and then, seeing the two men's standoffish postures, couldn't help but laugh:
"Rivals in love, indeed, seeing red."
Yu Chiyin gave Fan Ju a warning glance, his expression darkening, hinting at the brooding tension of an impending storm.
Fan Ju took the hint and mimed zipping his mouth shut, but turning his head, he noticed Ling Hanxiao staring repeatedly at the man beside Lu Xingye.
"Third Brother, you know him?" Fan Ju followed Ling Hanxiao's gaze to the man, who was a complete stranger to him.
Ling Hanxiao responded coolly, "I don't."
Then he added, "It's just that his stance looks like that of a military man."
