Yan Renzhong folded his arms before his chest and looked down at Lang Yuxuan, who was kneeling on the couch with a pitiful expression on his face.
"It does not concern you."
"It does!" Lang Yuxuan choked up with sobs. "Of course, it does, how can you tell me that it does not concern me...!"
"Lang Yuxuan, I am your mentor. I am responsible for guiding you and giving you advice as you walk the treacherous path of the entertainment industry. That's all we ever will be."
"But I..."
Lang Yuxuan began to cry again.
"I love you, Senior Yan. You know that I love you...!"
"And you know that I love him, don't you?" Yan Renzhong asked.
"..."
"That is why you sabotaged his dance performance for the Winter Solstice act."
Lang Yuxuan's blood turned cold in his veins.
"I... I don't know what you are talking about," he stammered. "Senior Yan, I... I have nothing to do with that incident."