The moment the words fell, Wei Dong fell silent.
His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter any words of defense.
He knew very well that anyone could betray Dongfang Haoyue, but Han Xu was the one exception.
This man who had once been pulled out of a purgatory-like mire by Dongfang Haoyue himself, his originally miserable fate was completely rewritten by Dongfang Haoyue.
If at this moment Dongfang Haoyue asked Han Xu to die for him, Han Xu would do so without hesitation, not even frowning.
That loyalty was beyond question.
"Young Master, I'm sorry."
Wei Dong sighed, the grievance and urgency in his tone had completely vanished, replaced by an extraordinary calmness.
He raised his head and looked directly into Dongfang Haoyue's eyes, which no longer held the reverence and gratitude of the past, but instead, a burning ambition.
