Ye Feimo tightened his grip on her hand, his gaze burning, with a spark of anger in his eyes. "Your tone is so sour. How can you say you're not overthinking things?"
"Why were you staring at her so intensely?"
Ye Feimo frowned and didn't answer. Wen Nuan tried to pull her hand away. Ye Feimo quickly held on to it. Wen Nuan said in a cold voice, "Let go!"
"Wen Nuan, don't be childish."
"Who's being childish? I'm very calm right now." Wen Nuan struggled to get her hand free. Lin Ning and Pei Jun turned around. Wen Nuan smiled slightly. Second Young Master Ye's eyes were cold and sharp. Lin Ning and Pei Jun turned their heads and continued to chat.
Wen Nuan wasn't angry that Ye Feimo was looking at Han Bi with such fascination. She didn't want to disturb his memories. He could freely reminisce about his time with Han Bi, but he couldn't do it right in front of her.
