His voice was low and ethereal, even giving her the illusion of tenderness.
Why not try hard?
It sounds very nice, but...
She bit her teeth in hatred, looking up at him with a proud expression, "Who said I can't bear to let go!"
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat meaningful,
"If you're not reluctant, why look so sad, hmm?"
"Who... who said I'm sad!" Her face flushed, she pushed him hard, but unfortunately was sent stumbling by the recoil.
Ning Yichen, who had been following behind her, helplessly steadied her.
As a result, he received He Jingyao's chilly gaze.
He braved it and said, "Mr. He, why don't you take Zhixi..."
"No need!" Zhixi said coldly, "Ning Yichen, you are my escort, why should someone else take me home!"
Ning Yichen was left speechless, sending He Jingyao a helpless look.
He Jingyao didn't speak, his pitch-black gaze falling on her flushed cheeks.
Those black and white eyes shone even brighter.
She seemed indeed very angry.
