The dark sesame sauce trickled down Long Yutian's forehead and dripped onto his exquisitely tailored suit. At this moment, his image was completely ruined. The ever image-conscious Long Yutian was, however, indifferent to his appearance. His angry gaze was fixed fiercely on Xia Yanxin and Yeh Huang, who were standing closely together. He wished he could stride over and pull them apart. Yet, after all, it had been four years, over a thousand days and nights. In his absence, had she really changed her heart? Or had that one stab severed their bond for good?
Suddenly, he felt a lack of confidence...
Xia Yanxin wore a smile on her face, but panic was welling up inside her. Long Yutian was tall and imposing, with a strong presence. Even though he didn't bring any bodyguards, the repercussions could be unimaginable if he lost his temper.
