Looking at Luo Ye sitting across from him, Lian Fengnan's face was indescribably ugly.
Within ten minutes of saying "ungrateful," Luo Ye had barged into his study, and the key issue was that no one announced her arrival beforehand.
Standing aside, Lin Liping's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
As the eldest grandson of Vice Chairman Lin, having fallen from grace to being ignored, his hatred for the instigators Luo Ye and Ye Xuan was imaginable. Out of unwillingness, he had joined Lian Fengnan, hoping to use him to quell the hatred in his heart.
He thought, returning to his former life was impossible, but making the other party suffer was still feasible. However, it now seemed... he might have been wrong!
"Unwilling?" Luo Ye glanced at the ancient books on Lian Fengnan's desk and then the hot tea, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes, "Are you waiting for news of my death?"
