A spark flickered in Huo Shaoheng's eyes. He recalled the savage witticism that had turned the tables at the crucial moment.
He had not expected Gu Nianzhi to be so cunning and witty—she had always behaved like an obedient, harmless little kitten before him. He put his hand in his trouser pocket, raised his wine glass, and said, in a rare display of humor, "Oopsie, my bad."
Huo Shaoheng turned his head. The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. His face, usually cold and intimidating, was now relaxed and amused. A low, irresistibly alluring laugh reverberated from his chest. His achingly beautiful face seemed to glow from within by some hidden source of warmth.
The smile had been fleeting, but Gu Nianzhi saw it through the video feed, all the same.
Huo Shaoheng, who had always been cold and aloof towards everyone, had smiled happily at Bai Shuang. Gu Nianzhi felt as though she had been struck in the chest with a sledgehammer. Her eyes stung.
