"So you mean to say, I should take back the ring and end up alone and old?"
When Huang Qingtian spoke of this, Uncle Hua noticed the man's eyes suddenly darkened.
A second ago, those beautiful gray-green eyes were like a calm sea. In the next second, everything changed instantly, like the impenetrable sky before a storm, exuding the final glints of light. You couldn't see through him, nor could you fathom his thoughts, let alone know the tempest he was brewing.
Uncle Hua, who had fought his way through the industry for many years, had seen many people, but he had never met someone like Huang Qingtian. A mere glance from him could make you smell the scent of death...
"Brother, I don't mean for you to end up alone," Uncle Hua said. "I mean you are outstanding; there will be others if not Keren. You..."
Uncle Hua slowed his tone, seeking understanding from the fickle man.
