Lin Yan couldn't utter a retort. She felt so aggrieved that she looked like a mushroom that had been ruined by a savage storm.
Pei Yucheng glanced at the girl. Although she looked as though she had so much to say, she ended up choking back her words. His spirits soared without a reason. "Did you think of a more reasonable excuse?"
Lin Yan pressed her lips pitifully, looking as though she had admitted defeat. Resigning herself to fate, she muttered, "Nothing… Nothing else…"
She couldn't possibly say that she had been possessed and that she hadn't been herself, could she?
She was doomed to carry the blame for this huge misfortune…
Pei Yucheng snuffed the cigarette in his hand. "Come here."
When Lin Yan heard him, she raised her head quickly and widened her eyes, looking wary.
Pei Yucheng noticed that the girl remained frozen. His eyes turned cold. Menace and malice seemed to be pouring out bit by bit.
