Those almond-shaped eyes twinkled with excitement in the dark night.
Yan Qingsi was such an interesting person!
The driver was shocked and quickly called out, "Young Master, that is the Yan family's young master… We need to dial 120 for the ambulance."
Yue Tingfeng's gaze landed on him. Under those cold, piercing eyes, he felt as if a sharpened blade was pressed against his carotid. The look was detached and sinister.
Yue Tingfeng spoke in a calm voice, "What young master? I saw nothing."
"Wasn't that…"
A smile crept on Yue Tingfeng's face. "Dead or alive, does he concern you?"
"No. No…"
"Turn around and drive home."
"Yes!"
…
At home, Mrs. Yue found Yue Tingfeng to be in a good mood today.
She was contemplating on whether to bring up Yan Ruke when Yue Tingfeng spoke, "Ma, I'm in a good mood now. Don't mention anything that will make me unhappy."
