Online discussions about Ye Yizhou and the right to inherit Lingyao Group were in full swing.
All sorts of expert analyses, conspiracy theories, and lengthy posts appeared, as though they were the ones with a throne to inherit.
Each was more anxious than the last, each more emotionally invested.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere between the two central figures in the storm of public opinion was tense, as though hostilities could erupt at any moment.
"Ye Jing'an, I never imagined you were this kind of person."
Ye Yizhou sat on the sofa with his arms folded, his expression as cold as his tone.
Ye Jing'an had changed into slippers and only just reached the living room when the sudden, icy accusation left him bewildered. "Huh?"
"You know perfectly well what you did."
Ye Yizhou cast Ye Jing'an a disdainful glance, then turned away, as though keeping him out of sight would spare him the irritation.
Ye Jing'an: ???
"What's gotten into him?"
Rather than respond to Ye Yizhou, Ye Jing'an looked at Yan Qingdu, who sat nearby in an armchair, wearing casual loungewear and reading a script.
Yan Qingdu glanced up, then lowered his gaze to the script in his hands again and said calmly, "No idea."
Ye Jing'an frowned slightly. Wasn't that answer a little too dismissive?
Before Ye Jing'an could complain, Ye Yizhou went on the offensive again.
"Hmph. Sure enough, the love has faded."
Ye Jing'an's brow furrowed so deeply it almost resembled the pleats of a steamed bun, and he looked at Ye Yizhou in utter confusion.
What had he done now? How had the love faded?
Yet Ye Yizhou didn't so much as glance at him, keeping his gaze elsewhere.
Ye Jing'an looked back and forth, then reached out to pat Yan Qingdu's shoulder, sounding a little