Ye Junhan agreed.
As soon as the call ended, Qi Xiang quietly peeked over, trying to read something from the man's face.
However... aside from his cold indifference, she couldn't make out a thing.
Remembering the arrangements she had just overheard from Zhou Jinyu's call, Qi Xiang's eyes glinted. "Mr. Ye..."
But unexpectedly, the moment she leaned in, Ye Junhan flicked his wrist. A curved blade of light shot out, slicing right past the ends of her hair.
A few strands of long hair drifted down on the wind. Qi Xiang instantly sucked in a sharp breath, then shrank back with a deadpan expression and a cold snort.
'It's one thing for this man to be completely clueless about romance, but to be so cold and vicious is something else!'
Qi Xiang was certain that if she hadn't retreated quickly and decisively enough, the force of that scimitar's swing would have cut off more than just her hair!
Her heart still pounding with fear, Qi Xiang raised a hand to touch her face.
