Li Beijue felt an unprecedented irritability surging in his chest, his eyebrows furrowing into knots, and he frustratedly slammed the table, "Damn it!"
"Master Jue, your hand." Huo Yi hurriedly stopped him, feeling troubled for him, "Master Jue, you should explain to the Young Lady."
"Actually, everything will be fine if you just explain to the Young Lady. The Young Lady has actually known about Miss Lin's existence for a long time, as long as Master Jue..."
Before he could finish, his wrist was tightly grasped by the man, "What did you say?"
Huo Yi, realizing belatedly that he let something slip, found himself unable to hide it anymore, nor willing to, "Master Jue, last time at the hospital when you were bandaging the wound, the Young Lady asked me in the corridor about you and Miss Lin. The Young Lady said she was also present at the charity dinner that afternoon. Later, Miss Lin went to find her, and told the Young Lady..."
