Lu Yin Ze's thin lips moved.
"Young Master Gao Huan, it's not easy meeting you. We haven't got a chance to talk about our childhood together, have we? I think we need to do a lot of catching up."
Guan Gao Huan wanted to step back, but his pride would not allow him to.
He shifted his head slightly, his golden eyes sweeping sideways, and stared closely at the other man's smooth face.
Two pairs of eyes stared in a deadlock, their shoulders touching, and their faces close together.
"There's nothing to catch up with. Childhood days… I don't remember spending a lot of time with you back then."
Lu Yin Ze's eyes stilled.
There was nothing in his childhood days worth talking about with him, because most of his days then was spent inside his prison—the hospital.
Guan Gao Huan apparently knew it. As expected of a Guan.
But Lu Yin Ze did not back down.
