It's as if he is indifferent to everyone, emotionless.
His eyes carry a light coldness, one that's different from Di Mingjue's. Di Mingjue's coldness is ruthless, devoid of any emotion, while his coldness has a hint of mockery.
It seems like a sort of refined disdain, it makes one feel inexplicably inferior.
It is not that everything is unworthy of his attention, rather, he deems them not even worth a look.
And now, he's looking at her like he's watching a play, an outsider's demeanor that makes her feel both inferior and scared.
Being watched by someone so high and mighty, even meeting his gaze requires a ton of courage.
"No, no." Di Xiaxia shook her head hurriedly, dropping her gaze in embarrassment.
Di Mingzhe gave a faint humph, withdrawing his gaze and diverting it to his phone.
Di Xiaxia feels upset, her elder brother looks down upon her.
