In stark contrast to the warmth of the room.
Outside the window, the night grew darker.
In the darkness, it seemed as if some unknown thing was breaking out of the ground.
In the city center, there was a small apartment.
The simple furnishings seemed in line with a bachelor's apartment, with only a bed, a sofa set, and a refrigerator.
In the kitchen, a set of cookware lay almost untouched.
The entire room exuded a cold vibe.
"You've messed with the wrong person." Jiang Jinchen, dressed in black, was cold and insensitive. His carefree face revealed a trace of sharpness as he stared at the attractive woman in front of him.
"Is it about the little journalist? Are you going to eat me?" Rui Hui sat on the sofa, picking at her nails nonchalantly. Upon hearing Jiang Jinchen's words, she glanced at him, "Don't tell me, you fancied her?"
"Don't mention Ning Yanan in such a frivolous manner." Jiang Jinchen's brows furrowed, and his hand on the side clenched tightly.
