Luo Yang leaned in, voice low, curious. "Catherine, you worked for them before. Who the hell is that man—ah?! Ruoling?!"
Before he could finish, a pointed heel of doom came crashing down on his foot.
Xue Ruoling? Still smiling. Still elegant. Still pretending like she didn't hear a damn thing.
Luo Yang? Dying inside.
His lips twisted, his eyes twitched, but he swallowed the pain like a man who knew his dignity was already in the grave.
The others at the table glanced over.
A scream suppressed. An awkward expression.
They sighed and looked away. Ah… youngsters.
'This bitch... Just you wait! Once I wrap up this mission, I'm coming for you!' Luo Yang cursed inwardly. Jealous? Just 'cause he asked about another woman?
But alas, what could he do?
His sudden rise to wealth was still riding on her family's connections. He had no deep roots, no powerful surname to lean on. Right now, he had to play it smart—which meant sucking it up.
