𝕬 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 『ᴴᴼᴺᴳᴹᴱᴵ』

✗ The Wrong Time．．．

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With each step, the click of heels on the polished marble floor resonated along the lengthy, somber corridor, drawing attention to the two individuals who confidently strode forward. Clad in simple yet tasteful suits, their striking appearances embodied the essence of wealth.

« Where's the suitcase? »

The individual with a more adult air questioned while checking over his watch, spurring a direct answer from the teenager beside him, who went through his hair with his hand.

« Mr. Yue informed me that it'll be delivered once everything is read thoroughly from the contract. »

A brash chuckle slipped through Yu Xuan's lips while he slightly dropped his head and displayed a depraved smirk, suppressing the sudden rush of pleasure merely from the smell of hopelessness around the mansion.

« That's right... It seems that he's scared to give in too soon. There's nothing to go over. Once that paper is signed, he'll be in the palms of my hand in no time... »

Hong Yao rolled his eyes furiously and heaved a great sigh, glaring at Yu Xuan who was wandering inside his daydreams.

« And what's that got to do with me? I shouldn't have hesitated to go overboard when you said that this would benefit me like crazy... »

Kong Yu Xuan clicked his tongue and knitted his brows, sending a glance at him with a twisted expression.

« Have I raised an inpatient bastard? Be obedient and listen to your father for fuck's sack. »

Then, he whipped his head ahead of himself and loomed it backward, letting his hair slip back and sway with the gentle breeze.

Yu Xuan blushed as he hummed softly, finally snapping out of his overthinking and giggling in anticipation, as if he was about to witness a predictable comedy show.

« You'll get what's yours from this soon~ I'm never wrong, Hong Yao. »

« Sure, whatever. »

Averting his gaze to the side, Hong Yao slanted his eyes and distracted his mind with the nice-looking walls expanding throughout the path to ignore what else Yu Xuan kept rambling on.

However, his consciousness hasn't caught on to what befell him suddenly when a person passes by his sight.

Their disheveled clothes clung to their trembling body, their hair standing on end as if charged with electricity, their eyes wide and brimming with tears, unable to escape the terror that consumed them.

The boy from up to down appeared confused and unstable and didn't even sense the presence of them both while he ran the opposite way as them.

‹ What's wrong with him? Is that...? ›

Hong Yao's body tensed up as his father tapped him recklessly and showed him pictures of various restaurants on his phone. He asked about Hong Yao's preferences, but his sharp and biting voice startled him as he declined, stating that he didn't mind as long as he could eat.

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