Alone in the private room, Du Mingwei felt his body shiver slightly.
He had certainly heard of Ye Fan's great reputation and had seen him before, but only from a distance—never had he spoken a word with Ye Fan.
The rumors described this somewhat eccentric noble, known for his whims and queer temperament, as someone very unpredictable. Du Mingwei didn't know what to believe.
But why did Ye Fan suddenly want to see him today?
Du Mingwei felt a slight panic, especially at the thought—could it be that Ye Fan fancied his looks?
He immediately tensed up, feeling even more nervous.
"No way, no way, although I'm quite handsome, I'm definitely not Ye Fan's type, absolutely not... Damn it, it better not be, I'm interested in women..."
The longer Du Mingwei stayed in the private room, the more his thoughts drifted into wild fantasies.
The wilder his fantasies, the more he felt like his end was nigh.
At nine thirty, the door to the private room finally opened.