Xue Pan slept until nine the next morning.
Perhaps he had smoked too much. He had slept poorly, dreaming all night.
The scenes in his dreams were strange. Neither Cui Chengming nor Hua Jian appeared.
Like a bystander, he watched his dream self trail humbly after Shu Yao, begging for scraps of affection.
He brushed his teeth without expression. The man in the mirror had eyes full of malice. As he was now, faced with someone like Shu Yao, who had no backing whatsoever, he would simply break his legs and lock him up in his house.
Just like what he wanted to do to Hua Jian.
But Hua Jian was hardly without backing. On the contrary, Cui Chengming's power was nothing next to Bo Lin and the Pulton Family.
When Xue Pan realized what he was thinking, he suddenly shuddered.
He found it strange.
Was this who he had always been? Selfish, vicious, without a shred of compassion or gratitude?
Willing to do anything to get what he wanted.
Xue Pan looked lost. Now, even he could no longer tell whether he truly liked Hua Jian or merely wanted to possess him.
Ring, ring!
His phone suddenly rang. Xue Pan whipped his head around, a sense of foreboding rising in his chest.
Cui Chengming had been abroad on business over the past few days.
He had hurried back for the conference in the Imperial Capital, but while changing flights in a city in B Country, a riot had broken out at the airport.
Xue Pan listened as the person on the phone spoke urgently. "...We don't know whether Mr. Cui is alive or dead. The airport is utter chaos. We've contacted the embassy in B Country, but we still have no definite news."
Xue Pan's throat was dry. "I