Yang Qi spared him no dignity, saying with biting sarcasm, "If you don't hurry up and run, once the station director gets back and finds you here, the security guards will probably 'escort' you out."
Qiao Fu's face suddenly darkened. He stared at Yang Qi for a long moment, then walked over to him and said softly, "After all these years, your taste still hasn't changed."
His gaze shifted to Leng Haiyue beside Yang Qi. "You still like the gentle, steady type. Just like back then..."
He said nothing more, only mouthing a word where only the three of them could see.
Leng Haiyue easily recognized the final, unspoken word: "me."
The remark seemed casual enough to invite speculation, but it was vicious at its core. He was implying that Leng Haiyue was nothing more than his replacement.
Qiao Fu watched Yang Qi's expression change abruptly, smiled in satisfaction, and turned toward the door.
If the fury in Yang Qi's eyes had taken physical form, it would have burned Qiao Fu to ashes in an instant. His explosive temper couldn't take it. He opened his mouth to curse, but Leng Haiyue raised a hand to stop him.
Leng Haiyue's voice was quiet, gentle and refined, yet loud enough for everyone present to hear.
"First, he doesn't like me yet. I'm the one pursuing him. Second, I may be the gentle, steady type, but my esteemed 'senior' Qiao certainly isn't. After all, the public has heard plenty about your 'glorious' exploits. Those aren't things someone of that type would do."
The moment he said this, the previously quiet room seemed to catch fire. Whispers immediately broke out everywhere, some expressing shock that Leng Haiyue was pursuing Yang Qi, others explaining Qiao Fu's scandals.
Yang Qi scoffed and repeated Leng Haiyue's last