The atmosphere was oppressive. Yan Xixi tried several times to break the ice, but his icy gaze thwarted each attempt. They finished their meal without uttering a single word.
Hot tea was served—his usual favorite, Dragon Well.
But he showed no reaction, maintaining an awkward silence.
Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Xixi finally spoke. "I've already found a new place and paid the rent. Mr. Wan, I'll move out tomorrow."
"I know," he replied indifferently. "This is our last dinner."
"Thank you, Mr. Wan."
"What is there to thank me for?"
She had only meant it as a polite remark, but his counter-question left her momentarily startled.
He laughed, his eyes inscrutable. "Yan Xixi, why thank me? For supporting you through university? Didn't you also say you paid your dues for that? We owe each other nothing."
Isn't that the truth? she thought.
In this world, no one could take advantage of another indefinitely without consequence.
