"This gentleman is truly enthusiastic, it seems our Takashi has quite a fate with Mr. Jiang, shaking hands so warmly upon first meeting that they seemed reluctant to part."
Mrs. Yamamoto's eyes crinkled into a smile, she had not perceived the ulterior motives hidden beneath. Her son, Yamamoto Takashi, was at that moment enduring immense pain.
Yamamoto Takashi wished he could howl in pain, but in order to save face, he had to endure the severe pain, pretending as if nothing had happened, still wearing a smile—only now it appeared somewhat stiff.
Gu Xi secretly laughed to herself, with her intelligence, how could she not know Yamamoto Takashi's thoughts. As beautiful as she was, she had seen many a libertine like Yamamoto Takashi.
"You two really seem to regret not meeting sooner, alright, alright, let go now."
