By the time Yang Yizhi finally calmed down, Zhao Yan’s legs had gone numb from standing. He never would have guessed that the young master, who usually wore such a cold face as if everyone owed him two hundred yuan, would have such a low threshold for laughter.
More than once, Zhao Yan was afraid he might actually laugh himself into a seizure. That would have been a grave sin on his part.
Yang Yizhi had prepared a mental script before coming to find Zhao Yan, but after that bout of laughter, his mind felt completely wiped clean. Everything he had intended to say was forgotten, down to the last detail.
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