Ouyang Min looked at Han Chengye, his heart churning as well.
After all, having someone else discover what one was thinking never felt good. Especially when it involved internal family matters being exposed to outsiders and then thrown in one's face so bluntly. It was even worse—damn it, this was airing the family's dirty laundry in public.
"My relationship with Ouyang Nan is merely one of differing ideals. But when dealing with outsiders, we stand united, because we both bear the surname Ouyang," Ouyang Min said.
Han Chengye was left somewhat speechless by Ouyang Min's words. He curled his lip, shrugged, then gave him a look that said, You know what I mean, before silently watching him. Those were such righteous words. If he had not known exactly about the various factions within the Ouyang Family and the struggles between them, he might actually have believed him.
Wasn't there a saying that the person who knew you best might not be your friend, but your enemy?
How could the Aristocratic Families of the Northwestern Martial Arts World possibly be unaware of one another's messy family affairs? Some of the families were even connected by marriage, so they knew the full story. Ouyang Min might have said they shared the same surname, but claiming they were of one mind was truly laughable.
Han Chengye's expression, especially the look in his eyes, made Ouyang Min feel annoyed inside, yet somehow unable to truly get angry.
Seeing Ouyang Min's slightly flushed face, Han Chengye could only say tactfully, "I'm not some young man. I've seen this sort of thing plenty of times, so there's really no need to explain. Every family has its conflicts, more or less, don't they?"
He had come to discuss cooperation, not to stab someone in the heart. So