In a private room at the restaurant.
Ye Wushuang sat quietly at a table. Lan Xinyu, acting just like a maid, poured his wine and then stood dutifully by his side.
Ye Wushuang calmly raised his cup, drained it in one go, and only then did he look at Lan Zheng, who sat across from him.
"Young Master Ye, my daughter acted as she did for my sake. That's why she caused you that embarrassment. I hope you..."
Lan Zheng looked at the white-robed young man before him, unable to get a read on him. This young man was incredibly powerful, and utterly ruthless in his methods.
He was worried that if he made a single misstep, Ye Wushuang would take his anger out on Lan Xinyu.
"It's of no concern."
Ye Wushuang slowly set down his cup. "Your illness... I can indeed cure it."
"Young Master! I wasn't..." Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, Lan Xinyu understood why he had been angry earlier. 'He must have thought I was using him.'
