The corners of Yao Tang's lips twitched, as more cool air exuded from her body. The grip she had on her cup tightened even further.
Qin Jing glanced over at the cup to see that the ends of the glass had whitened. Any tighter and glass shards would come flying out of her hand.
She inched farther away from her friend.
There was no way she was going to drag her into this!
Even Lin Xin and Fang Hui could tell that this was no joking matter to her. They glanced over at their friend and also followed Qin Jing's actions. There was no way that they were getting caught in the crossfire.
Yang Nian, noticing this, pursed his lips in confusion.
However, the strange man seemed to think nothing of it as he walked over to Yao Tang. The smile on his face, if possible, widened.
