He wanted a… what?
He Juan stared at Mu Yuze in astonishment, seriously suspecting that something must be wrong with his hearing. He had been prepared for whatever Mu Yuze was about to ask; be it a sports car, a luxurious villa or hell, He Juan would even transfer half of his assets over if Mu Yuze were to show the slightest inkling of interest in it.
But in the end, all he wished for was a hug?
He Juan must have subconsciously voiced his thoughts out loud because Mu Yuze shot him a scathing glare. However, it lasted for barely a second before he dropped his gaze to the floor, almost boring a hole through it. His face flushed in a vibrant shade of crimson as he murmured under his breath, "Can they even compare?"
Although his voice was not louder than a mosquito buzz, He Juan heard it nonetheless. Each word struck him right on the heart like a hammer, causing it to jump and flutter in an erratic rhythm.
