Every time he mentioned this topic, they were mostly going to part on bad terms. Their stands and responsibilities were always the opposite of each other. In other words, on work matters, they were always enemies. This was the most brutal part.
"Why do you hate Shan Ning?" Mu Yuan muttered. "He didn't even offend you!"
Jack looked at him coldly. Mu Yuan had a pair of extremely sly eyes. They looked very bright and wise. If they were on a middle-aged man's face, they would certainly be a pair of smart and sophisticated eyes. On his face, they screamed slyness.
He could not help but recall the first time they met. He saw a sixteen-year-old young man jumping down from the second floor. It was like a ray of light, shining on the darkness in the morning. During the practices that year, he would insist on raising the bright red national flag every day. Holding on all the way until the flag that belonged to him flew proudly at last.
