"Then why did she come to see you?" An Yin always felt that her words sounded interrogative, but since she had already spoken them, there was no taking them back. She clasped her hands tightly, her thumbs twirling around each other, trying to ease her inner unease.
"She must have her own motives." Bao Shaojin lowered his eyes, his tone lazy yet carrying a hint of mystery.
Own motives?
An Yin racked her brains for a while, remembering how passionately the woman had been staring at someone just now. She felt a sudden breathlessness, "She, she likes you?"
The young girl had her head down, so Bao Shaojin couldn't see her expression, but he could hear a trace of disappointment in her words.
"I wouldn't say like," Bao Shaojin sneered coldly.
