Holy shit, this guy doesn't seriously have some major illness, does he?
But the young man quickly released his grip.
He braced himself against the sofa and coughed for a while before finally catching his breath.
He muttered a curse under his breath, but no one else heard it clearly.
Only Ding Yixin heard what the young man said.
"Damn this world's rules!"
Ding Yixin suddenly lifted his eyes. His icy gaze landed on the young man and a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
World rules?
Ding Yixin's fingers that was resting at his side, began tapping rhythmically against the armrest of the sofa.
The young man's eyes had turned red from the bout of rapid coughing just now. He lifted his head and let his gaze sweep one by one over the men present.
Rong Zhenqiao's expression was calm, giving no hint of joy or anger, as he slowly rotated the teacup in his hand.
