But the way they were delivered, sounded low, quiet, yet laced with something that cut deep—sent a sharp sting through Song Yuhang's composure.
For a moment, he stood frozen, caught between duty and the stark reminder that no matter how close he stood to Jiang Yanxu, there would always be a wall between them.
Seconds passed.
Then, Song Yuhang finally broke the silence, his voice measured but firm. "Sir, if you just listen to me this once—go rest—I promise, I'll say no more," he said.
The words weren't a plea. They were an offer—a rare moment of defiance from the otherwise obedient man.
But Jiang Yanxu's patience snapped like brittle glass.
His head jerked toward Song Yuhang. His eyes was flashing dangerously.
"I already obeyed you once today," he hissed. "And now you think you can command me again? Enough!"
The air in the room thickened, the weight of unspoken emotions pressing down like a suffocating fog.
Song Yuhang didn't move.
