Zhuang Yuefeng choked on his own words.
He looked at the young man standing before him, who was even slightly taller than he was.
He looked to be at least six foot one. What kind of child was that?
That was what he thought, and it inevitably showed a little on his face.
Zhuang Yushu was truly afraid of this distant cousin of his.
Before Zhuang Yuefeng could stubbornly open his mouth again, Zhuang Yushu cut him off directly. "I'd long heard that the Yan Household's young master was a remarkable talent. I didn't expect his martial virtue to be so abundant as well."
Yan Xianjue tilted his head and looked at him.
Why did he feel like Zhuang Yushu was being sarcastic?
"Alright, Xian Jue, sit down." Father Yan gave a light cough and decisively spoke up.
They had come to watch the show, not become part of it.
"This Mr. Zhuang," he said, looking at Zhuang Yuefeng, "at most, you and my Xiao Wan are colleagues. I've been in the workplace for many years, yet I've never heard of an employee needing to consult their colleagues when resigning. Isn't that right?"
Zhuang Yuefeng wanted to argue that he and Yan Wan were not ordinary colleagues.
Before Yan Wan left the dance troupe, he had proposed to her, and she had said she would consider it.
How could Father Yan so casually classify their relationship as one between colleagues?
But beside him, someone else was also glaring at him, waiting for an explanation.
Yan Xianjue gave a mocking laugh and sat back down.
Zhuang Yuefeng is finished. His white moonlight isn't the traditional kind of white moonlight.
For a moment, the Yan family did not understand what he meant.
But reality did not give them much time to