Yu Xiuyuan went back to the room to find Su Ziming. When he pushed the door open, he found that Su Ziming had already washed up and gotten into bed.
"Going to sleep this early?"
Su Ziming looked up and saw Yu Xiuyuan, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief.
He patted the edge of the bed, motioning for Yu Xiuyuan to sit down, and explained, "I booked a flight for tomorrow morning. It's pretty early, so I thought I'd go to bed sooner."
Yu Xiuyuan nodded, unsure whether that was true.
He took a close look at Su Ziming's delicate features. He was beautiful. No wonder that bastard Fang Yi had set his sights on him.
"Can I ask you something?"
A hint of confusion appeared in Su Ziming's eyes. "What is it?"
Yu Xiuyuan considered his wording, then decided to ask outright:
"How do you feel about Fang Yi?"
Su Ziming went still for a moment. He lowered his eyes, his lashes trembling. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke, his voice very soft:
"We're from different worlds."
Yu Xiuyuan understood.
That meant he liked him.
But he thought there was too big a gap between their social standing.
That bastard Fang Yi was seriously lucky. He really ought to get down on his knees and bow to Yu Xiuyuan.
If it weren't for him, Fang Yi would still be someone's lapdog.
What was so scary about a difference in social standing? Worst came to worst, they could just bankrupt Fang Yi's family.
Just kidding.
There was no gap. Su Ziming was the only one who thought he wasn't good enough.
In terms of talent, Fang Yi wasn't even worthy of him.
Yu Xiuyuan nodded solemnly. "You're right."
Su Ziming smiled bitterly.
Yu Xiuyuan continued, "That dog