Chapitre 1: Lin Lin fighting in school

In a posh yet traditional office with old-fashioned furniture, a man with windsor reading glasses hanging low at the tip of his nose pushed them back up nervously his palms sweaty.

In front of him was a stern-faced handsome man sitting with his leg crossed at the knee while rubbing his thumb and index finger slowly like he was contemplating how to end this man's poor life in an instant.

Sitting beside him was a much more approachable young man with a very stunning appearance and a childish air around him despite being a full-fledged adult. He was dressed youthfully and full of vigour than when compared to his counterpart.

The glasses man's gaze happened to fall on the young man's collar and he saw a purple bruise as entrancing as a blossoming pansy flower at the beginning of spring peering through his t-shirt.