The indifference and estrangement engraved in his bones weren't concealed in the slightest, as if Rong Cheng was nonexistent to him.
When Bao Ye remained silent, he became especially frightening, and the surrounding air instantly cooled down.
Just standing there, he exuded immense deterrence; the aura of someone in power is not something just anyone can possess.
The cutting sharpness and the innate kingly presence made anyone looking at him feel compelled to fear.
Rong Cheng's hand paused in mid-air for a long time, his entire being couldn't be more embarrassed.
After a while, a chilly male voice was heard: "Sorry, I'm a bit of a neat freak."
Rong Cheng's face instantly looked worse.
That remark clearly implied he was dirty.
Beside him, Mayor Zou noticed his displeasure and said with a smile, "Xiao Rong, that's just his temperament. Don't take it to heart."
Rong Cheng immediately brightened: "How could I, Mayor? Everyone has their own habits, it's understandable."
