Stuffing the pain somewhere deep inside his heart, he replied in a voice that was so gentle and vulnerable, "Alright."
Shen Yunya watched with sorrowful eyes as Xi Jin left, her eyes stained with hints of murderous intent. "Shen Qingdai."
"Miss, why don't you go there right now and…" The maid didn't finish her sentence, but her intention was obvious enough.
"There's no need. She's still useful to me for now. Anyway, she is a fake, so she poses no threat." Shen Yunya raised her hand and traced the scar on her palm. To get Brother Jin to even think about her, she had to leave a terrifying scar on her palm.
But when Brother Jin talked to her, the gentleness in his voice was still estranged, almost forced. As soon as Shen Qingdai was mentioned, on the other hand, his voice would become gentle like never before.
