Looking at the steaming cup of tea in front of him, Yi Huai found himself utterly uninterested. At this moment, he had a myriad of things to say, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Lu Yichen had been indifferent throughout, not saying a word, not even casting a glance at Yi Huai as if the man didn't exist at all. All his attention was on Zhong Niangyao, as if she were his one and only.
Yi Huai didn't feel the slightest displeasure at Lu Yichen's disregard; in fact, he felt somewhat relieved. He was already very clear about the aura emanating from Lu Yichen. If Lu Yichen had really paid attention to him at that moment, it's uncertain whether Yi Huai could have spoken at all.
However, even with Lu Yichen's current neglect, Yi Huai was still very afraid. As for what he was about to say, he had no confidence whatsoever.
