Gulp, gulp—
The clear sound of swallowing resonated in the air.
Wang Hao's throat was extremely dry, and his chest felt stuffy, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
Why is this happening?
How could Uncle Yan's esteemed guest be this country bumpkin?
Wang Hao couldn't accept this reality, shaking his head vigorously.
Then, he kept opening and closing his eyes.
He wanted to tell himself that everything he was seeing was an illusion.
But no matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes, the scene before him remained unchanged.
Wang Hao saw Yan Sheng's furrowed brow; his legs shook, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
Zhang Yao wasn't faring much better.
Initially, she had been wondering how to ingratiate herself with Yan Sheng's esteemed guest.
When she found out that this guest was Ye Tian,
She stood there like a soulless body, her eyes void of life.
Yan Sheng saw Wang Hao standing still like an idiot, and rage started burning within him.
