Munching on snacks while sipping fine tea he wouldn't ordinarily get to drink, and listening to juicy gossip he had never heard before, Zhao Yan was so comfortable he was practically ready to cross his legs. Out of consideration for his spine, however, he forced down the urge to kick his feet up.
With a sour look on his face, Yang Yizhi felt uneasy under Zhao Yan's burning gaze and fidgeted. "My relationship with that guy has always been the same anyway. Where I am, he isn't; where he is, I'm not. Unless there's some special circumstance, the two of us never cross paths." With that, he struck a rather haughty pose, practically wearing his disgust on his sleeve.
"As for what people outside think, I couldn't care less. They can say whatever they want," Yang Yizhi said petulantly. Ever since he was a kid, he had been haunted by someone who constantly compared himself to him, and he was long sick of it. It was just that many things were out of one's control.
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