Perhaps it was because the man's tone was so cold, and he carried the imposing presence of someone long accustomed to authority. Neither of the two students had ever encountered anything like it.
Wang Ping had been tossed aside, his face deathly pale, as though he had only just realized how inappropriate his behavior had been.
"Uncle Zhiyuan!"
Jiang Ze's mood visibly brightened, and he instinctively threw himself toward Meng Zhiyuan.
But before he could reach the man's embrace, his chin was caught in a firm grip.
The man's voice was low.
"Well, Jiang Ze. Your unwanted admirers are coming right to your door now?"
Jiang Ze wanted to cry, but had no tears. This trouble had fallen out of the blue. He hadn't wanted it either!
"Mmph..."
He had just been about to explain when his eyes flew wide. His lips were suddenly seized in a fierce kiss.
Wait! There are still two people standing right there!
Jiang Ze pushed against the man's broad shoulders, but he didn't budge. Jiang Ze could only endure the scorching kiss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wang Ping and Yang Qing.
Both had been stunned motionless by the scene before them, looking utterly petrified.
Wang Ping in particular looked not only petrified, but also despairing.
Well, maybe his romance ended before it even began?
"Don't..."
When the man finally released him, Jiang Ze leaned against his chest, slowly catching his breath, his face scarlet.
"Tsk. What an eyesore."
Meng Zhiyuan cast a cool glance at Wang Ping, making him shudder.
"Elder Feng, see our guests out."
Only after the two had left did Jiang Ze lift his flushed face from the man's chest, his voice unconsciously soft.
"Why... why are you back already?"
Meng Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes.