"Half-brother" 

Yu Ziyuan's perfume made Zhao Yang raise an eyebrow, but he didn't comment on it. He just shot an unpleasant glare at the intruder. 

"What is it? Why did you come here? You know that you should have stayed at the outer circle, right?" Zhao Yang's tone was cold. He showed his dissatisfaction openly, and Yu Ziyuan couldn't help but swallow silently. 

"That...the company received an important call from the political area…" Yu Ziyuan's face paled. 

Even though she was quite lucky to find this call as an excuse to come closer, notifying Zhao Yang's bad mood was enough to dampen her spirit. 

Damn it. You don't have to look as if I just steal your family's entire fortune, okay? 

"A call from the political area?" Zhao Yang's face changed. He put on a stiff face, even more stern than before. The young man hurriedly checked his bangle to see whether it was true or not.