Translator: Aran

  Even an idiot could tell that Ye Qingyu's words were mocking Zhao Ruyun.

  But Zhao Ruyun's face turning such a shade of red was equal to admitting that he was a pile of mud without a spine.

  Zhan San's gaze passed by Zhao Ruyun's face. A shred of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Zhao Ruyun was originally a young talent of the supply department that he had high expectations of because his personality was extremely like his own. In these years, his perf..