As Leng Yichen entered the mourning hall, he saw Wu Chengzu greedily and unabashedly staring at Bai Yiran, with a gaze like a drug addict spotting their fix.
A desperate longing that suffocates!
That look from Wu Chengzu sent chills down Leng Yichen's spine. He knew how Wu Chengzu felt about Bai Yiran, but he hadn't realized it had reached such an extent.
Sometimes, certain emotions can only be sensed by men. Bai Yiran had absolutely no feelings for Wu Chengzu, not even bothering to give him a smile.
But it was precisely Bai Yiran's indifference that, to some extent, stirred Wu Chengzu's heart, filled with a desire for conquest.
For a dangerous man like him, once his desires and interests are piqued, it's as if a powerful storm is brewing invisibly.
Leng Yichen and Wu Chengzu locked eyes. If either of them were replaced by someone else, perhaps they wouldn't have such resilience to withstand the immense pressure from the other.
