Your Father Is the Clan Leader, Mine Isn't!

"This... sly old bastard!"

As he walked through the Tower of Grievance, Hun Yu's face was livid, his teeth grinding with hatred.

He had calculated every possibility and had even hidden himself on the outskirts of the city, all to avoid the returning young lady's notice.

Yet who could have expected that the servant trailing after the young lady and waiting on her hand and foot would possess such skills, finding his location with ease?

That was simply too terrifying!

The more Hun Yu thought about it, the more panicked he became. He only hated himself for failing to watch his surroundings earlier, allowing that old ghost to trick him.

"We're here."

Mo Yu stopped before the doors and turned back with a smile. "Young Master Hun Yu, please?"

Hun Yu's expression darkened. "I don't need you to tell me."

With that, Hun Yu strode forward. After a brief hesitation, he pushed the doors open with force and stepped inside.

He knew that if it was a blessing, it was no disaster; if it was a disaster, he could not avoid it. Since this Miss was determined to see him, he would not be able to avoid this meeting forever.

And if he wanted to escape this situation, the simplest and most thorough method left was only one—

He had to disappoint her!

The moment he entered, Hun Yu cast aside his previous coldness and dropped to his knees with a thud, not even daring to look at her.

"This one... this one is Hun Yu. Greetings, Miss," Hun Yu said fearfully.

Mo Yu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, alarm bells ringing wildly in his heart.

This little brat had looked so reluctant before, yet now he had knelt even faster than Mo Yu himself!

This boy was